Free to say no
to everything they force me to do
I opened my eyes this morning
The mirrors love me again
Old memories are hurting me
I missed myself for a long time
Hundred games and I'm the gamer
Hundred curves and I'm the driver
The rain falls and I'm the wiper
Now i'm going to wipe off everything
All the traffic lights are red
but for me it's green
It's enough, it's enough, it's enough
Mrs nights, days
Mrs old full cupboards
All paraben
Mrs the right time
Mrs my phone for problems
don't call me
This empty life, boring, dumb
behind which I was hiding
All my rhythm
Now it's to dull
and I'm quiet mad
and because of that, mrs