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What the hell is your problem?
Why are you always picking on me?
So I was a brat in the past,
Why can't you see that I have changed?
And you've remained the same.
Why can't you see?
Life can't be tamned!

My life isn't a part of your sick games.
I'm young and free,
Don't try and hold me back.
Or you will have to feel the rath of one of,
One of my attacks!

I don't want to be the same as you,
And the guys in your stupid little gang.
I'm an individual,
And you'll never feel the joy of being yourself.
I will surrender,
Because that would be letting you win,
At a game I won't even play.
And I will have my pride so I can hold my head up high,
To look down at your guilty, dirty little soul.