So self consious of the minor imperfections behind a transparent shell to hide their shallow intentions and everytime I try to sleep all I hear is white noise in a world where you're judged just for having a voice i've had enough of their selfish lies but for the weak I will fight I was born without the tools and still I see the light sitting in a box high upon the shelf untill we break this hold we'll protect ourselves maybe one day we will see that there's more to this world than to be a king my mind is a maker of a thousand thoughts more control than a king over all his courts tell me what to think tell me what i need tell me who to love tell me when to breathe a sanctuary on my shoulders i keep my peace of mind think you found happiness but to me you're just blind tell me what to think tell me what i need tell me who to love tell me when to breathe maybe one day we will see that there's more to this world than to be a king maybe one day we will see tell me what to think tell me what i need tell me who to love tell me when to breathe tell me what to think tell me who to love TELL ME WHEN TO BREATHE maybe one day we will see that there's more to this world than to be a king