They said That I had a choice That it was all up to me That, to them, I was the beauty queen and they were my kings
They told me To use my voice To never be deceived To never listen To all those people who treated me less than I deserved To all those people who thought they were better than I was To all my inner demons To those who gave me nothing but the worst
They told me Honey, I know you're good To me, you're *better that the best Everything you are speaks perfect You speak innocence Something so surprisingly rare An aberrant everyone wants to consume as food for their tainted souls
And I will be there When you come home beaten By whatever monster you've faced
I will be there
But then they said You've got to pick this and that exactly those two and in exactly that order No questions, you just have to Some decisions in your life are just not made by you And, Honey, you can't ***** this up This is important and it's going to help you In the near future
Naturally, I got confused Who can actually be trusted with words? Which part of this generation Do we get Where we can actually get to speak for ourselves?
When will I ever get to choose what makes me happy?