Why, oh why oh why,
does everyone
keep asking me?
It’s who I want to be.
Why do they bother me?

Why wear your hear long?
Why exercise, to be strong?
Why do you dress like that?
Afraid of looking fat?

Why do you have to cuss?
Why can’t you be like us?
Go get a real job.
Why are you such a slob?

There is no right or wrong.
There is no weak or strong.
Your way’s not finer.
My way’s not minor.
I choose to express myself
different then everybody else.
It’s not criminal to be an individual.