Why Not Fight Back?
by fairly-aggressive-hippie
What kind of room is it that keeps you locked away and never wishes for you to stray?
What kind of life is it where you begin to decay and as you live you waste away?
Why accept that fate of gruesome chance where when you fail the demons dance?
Why not disobey and live your life who cares if there’s hardship death and strife?
I choose to live in my own way and fight and laugh every single day.
And you can’t control what I do and who I love. For there is a greater power above.