“Oh God . . . Why Do They?”

They tried to:
Keep me down.
Make me blue.
Give me pain.
Label me manic.

Affixed to my fate,
It’s never too late.
Oh God. . . .
Why do they keep coming back for more?

They tried to:
Keep me silent.
Bring me down.
Feed me lies.
Saddle me down.

Affixed to my dreams,
Nothings as it seems.
Oh, God. . . .
Why do they keep to the same old game?

I’ve been taken:
For a fool.
To the door.
For a ride.
To the cleaners.

Affixed to my pain,
Life’s not a game.
Oh, God. . . .
Why do they keep breaking the rules they make?

I’m in utter darkness.
My prison’s without walls.
I’m upon the truth,
I’ve lost my youth.
Oh, God. . . .
Why do they keep performing the same play?

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