The Dictator in My Head
There is a dictator, who’s living in my head. He tells me what to do, and keeps me awake in bed. And why I listen to him? Honestly, I don’t really know I just do what he tells me to Why can’t I just let go? He says: ‘If you let go you’ll be lost’ ‘If you let go you’ll go mad’ Facing a wall inside your head? And I feel all heaven will fall down, just because that’s what he said But maybe there is life beyond these dictator’s walls enclosing me If I stopped listening to him then maybe I could be free I could go and walk in the sun, enjoy it shining on my face Just sit down and have some fun And not be trapped in that small space It would be like a revolution, and heaven ‘d rejoice and sing So why can’t I make the resolution And for once do my own thing?