Long days,
Of going out of my way,
To make others feel happy.
Others that make my life hell,
Others that say “oh well” when I run off crying.
They wanna control my life,
Cuz they’re already screwed up their own.

Chorus:
I’m gonna love who I want,
I’m gonna be who I wanna be,
But days of going home crying,
Is not what I wanna see,
Not what I wanna see when I look back on all my
Memories.

They say they’re my friends, but really,
They’re breaking down my ego like enemies.
Friend or foe?
I don’t know.
But I ain’t gonna take anymore.

Chorus:
I’m gonna love who I want,
I’m gonna be who I wanna be,
But days of going home crying,
Is not what I wanna see,
Not what I wanna see when I look back on all my
Memories.

I walk into my house,
Hoping for a little sympathy,
But all I get is a bunch of demands,
Flung in my face so fast
I can’t comprehend.
Accusations find their way into,
The stream of my things to do.

They say they love me,
They say they care,
But what I can’t see,
Is what I’m doing here.
What am I doing here,
If they’re gonna run my life??
I need my own life to live.

Fighting through this rough time,
That everyone says will end,
And finally I realize,
This is my life to live.