They're asking me what I want to do,
How do I answer when I'm just now becoming who I am?
They don't seem to think I'd have much to lose, and I agree.
Simply my time to soul search and ability to pick and chose.

See, now is really not the time to ask.
I was in a coat yesterday and a dress today,
my heart's found a new target and my mind is constantly filled with last night's news.
Let's worry about school last.

I overhear their miscellaneous chatter.
No one's attempting to care more, learn more, search more.
Each one mindlessly coming up with conclusions and assumptions that hold no matter.

To this foreigner this does not seem fair,
but fair is such a foreign concept to me.
Of course the West wants to intervene and tell me how to live.
Add pressure to carbon dioxide and you'll end up with just a me; but the version of me you need me to be to fit in.