Next on the Misery List

Knocking at the door,
built to keep you out
Don't turn on the lights,
because I can see fine
I'll find my own way,
without your guidance
Roses that you brought,
smell like death to me

Smashing the windows to let your fresh air in,
I'm on the floor gagging myself,
to rid myself of anything you've said to me

I'm on my own path so don't try and change me
Skinning myself where you have touched me
A misery list of billions of people lost and gone
And you still try and inflict your beliefs upon me
I've heard this all before
and it's not going to change me
I've heard all this before,
with all it's contradictions