A childish exit, aren't we too old for this ****?
You should have known me better that this!
Why can't you see the pain lying under the surface?
-- or are you just choosing to ignore it?

No, "Mr President", I will not stand
I will not chant your pledge
While you crush me under your iron boot
No, "Mr President", I will not salute you
I will not wish you good luck
When you wish for people like me to change
I'm sorry, "Mr President", for being AFRAID
I will hold my breath as my rights
Are slowly stripped away
I'm sorry, "Mr President", but I will not subside
I will not stand idly by
While your reign of terror fills the skies
And I'm not sorry, "Mr President", for wishing you had lost
For you will drive us into the ground
And you'll get your way, at any cost.