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Jan 2015
They always tell me to do what is right
I ask them, “don’t I have the right?”
–the right to be happy,
the right to live my life the way I want it to be
Sometimes I wonder, “does it really matter?”
As long as I am happy, why would anyone even bother?
Right or wrong, they will still have something to say
That’s why I am just going to do it my way
All my life I’ve been making my own choices,
All my life I’ve been responsible for my own happiness
Because this is my life and it’s now or never
I get to decide which one for me is better
My choice is to let my heart win,
And to let nobody get their way in
Because the society is a bunch of people who are self-proclaimed righteous and yet so judgmental
bartleby
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