In my life I decide and it turns me on,
How I am, how I live, who I love
In my way I feel strong and it turns me on
In my life, I decide, I decide
Times had gone when you would say
This is the one and seize the day
Times had gone for honesty
My victory is your defeat
Can't you see you've been mistaken
All you do you can't deny
It's waste of time, waste of life
Can I suggest that you invest
In something more than hopelessness
Before you know the ride is over
In my life I decide and it turns me on,
How I am, how I live, who I love
In my way I feel strong and it turns me on
In my life, I decide, I decide
The record shows that you're dead but you're still living
Every time you have died you have been given
Another chance to fix your bad attitude
And make a move, it's up to you
It's up to you if we give it up, give it up
I have officially found my new anthem. Yes, it definetly feels good to be the master designer of what happens with your life and not depend on what others expect of you. Doesn't matter if they think you're wrong or you could be better off. It's my choice not yours. That's why you have your own life. You mess with it.
I love being able to fall in love with whom I want. Right now I'm still in love with that person that makes me so mad, but can also make me feel powerful and delicate. As strange the combination sounds, thats what I love about him. Yes I love him. I don't care what everyone else says or does or thinks.
I feel empowered by being able to wear the color contacts I want or the color of my hair. Chosing the clothes that I wear or what I eat. Not being a follower and self encouraging my unique taste in music and other entertainment.
I feel like myself again.
I love being able to fall in love with whom I want. Right now I'm still in love with that person that makes me so mad, but can also make me feel powerful and delicate. As strange the combination sounds, thats what I love about him. Yes I love him. I don't care what everyone else says or does or thinks.
I feel empowered by being able to wear the color contacts I want or the color of my hair. Chosing the clothes that I wear or what I eat. Not being a follower and self encouraging my unique taste in music and other entertainment.
I feel like myself again.
Little girl lost . . . found!
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