They don't think you have a soul.
They assign you a role.
And ask for a toll.
They try to tell you who you are.
Though they can't see.
You can be whoever you want to be.
They call you a tool.
Who's just trying to be cool.
But you're just livin by your own rules.
Cause they should be schooled.
You tell them what's on your mind.
And they cover their eyes blind.
You can't be defined.
By anyone by design.
Who says you have to be kind.
All the time.