I'm never one to feel the right things, to feel what I should be feeling or what they say I should feel. I'm never one to say the proper words, to say what I should to cut the cords or what they say I should pray to the Lord. But why do I feel like I'm not welcome here? Why do I feel like a stranger since I'm near? I'm not one to do what a lady should do, to do things for what and act to please who or go wherever they want her to go to. I'm never one to mindlessly nod and obey, to follow the mild current and go against bay or have a routine like I do from night to day. But why do I feel like doing what they say? Why do I feel like I need to go anyway?
EstΓ‘s a mi merced. Hasta que yo lo diga, nunca serΓ‘s libre.