You said you wouldn't mind.

You said you wouldn't care.

You even pinky-swore.

I guess my opinion means nothing to you.

I guess the way I want to live my life means nothing to you.

Sure, what if it's just my rage talking?

Listen to what people say when they're mad.

That's when the truth comes out.

Your words will echo in my head forever.

The ones that brought me to furious tears.

It's my life.

Let me live it the way I want to.

Not the way you want to see it.

You can't chose the path I take.

Right now,

For everything you've ever done,

You deserve to be cussed out.

Sure, it's just my rage speaking,

But the truth comes out when you're mad.

The End

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