It seems like have no choice. As if somewhere along the line, I lost my voice. I have to say the things you say, you know like a parrot. No mind of my own, you know, like a robot 

I have to want the things you want, you know, like a copycat 

No dreams of my own, you know, like I don’t know if I want this, I don’t know if I want that. 

I have to sing your songs you know, like I’m just doing a cover

No sound of my own, you know, like the ‘h’ in honour.

Dear world, I’m sorry I can’t love you. I’m sorry, I can’t please you. 

I’m sorry, I can’t follow you. 

I’m sorry, but you’ve been rough. 

I’ve seen that your love is not enough  
Ayirebuah ©