One way, or another.

I’m so sick of all the people telling me what to do.
All those people who want me to change.
I’m sick of all my twisted thought that have come taboo.
I’m going my own way!

Why don’t you just say maybe one thing that I can do good?
Why are you always trying to bring me down?
I don’t need you to put me in a bad mood.
And when some years ago I was hoping for days to go faster,
All I want is to stop now.

Stop telling me what to do or how my body should look!
Finally confident about myself, and for you it’s still not good.
Can you maybe focus on me for a second?
Can’t you see I’m not doing alright?
Before you start making all type of changes in my life.

You can’t even see all my scars.
But all my bad things are good to see.
Let me life for a moment.
One way or another.
Just let me be me.