You
Only
Live
Once?

To hell with that.
I'll live forever.
Or I guess, die trying.

Don't tell me life is short.
It's longer than anything else.
Don't tell me to live it to the fullest.
I'll live how I live.
Don't give me your pompous advice, posed in front of idyllic, charming little photographs of nature.
I'm an indoor girl.
Don't write me your tragic poems of love lost, words neatly plucked from the thesaurus.
This is real.

This isn't about love.
This is anger.
This is rage.

This is a scream.

Don't tell me what to think.
Maybe I like living in Suburbia.
Maybe I enjoy books with happy endings, and clear-cut villains.
Maybe I love my 9-to-5 job and my church on Sundays and maybe I love my life just the way it is.

Don't tell me to resist peer pressure.
Cause, ******, now I have no choice.

Don't tell me to rebel.
Cause then I'm following orders either way.

This life is mine.
This life is my rebellion.

"Don't follow the crowd. Be your own person."
*******.
Maybe the crowd has found the best path.
Anyways, I chose this way.
Maybe the crowd is just following me.

So what if I'm young?
(I'm older than my years)
So what if I'm stupid?
(I'm as smart as I need to be)
This is my life.

Why do you give a **** how I live?
I am none of your business.

I will not be governed by forces that I can control.

This is my life.

You
Only
Live
Once?

To hell with that.
*I'll live forever.