You tell me 

how to feel 

how to dress

what to eat 

what my concept 

Should or shouldn't be about the world 

Smothered by protection and love 

I can only see the world 

as chaos and corrupt 

Because all I know 

are what my parents had told me 

What the world was like 

Within four walls and a light bulb 

Now how am I suppose to see the world? 

I'm all on my own 

and I haven't seen much at all