Why can't you f*cking see that nothing new is said. It's the same old speech again. No matter what I f*cking do, I fail in the end. Looking down on me because of how you think I'm supposed to f*cking be. I wish I could make your proud, but I'm just disappointing. Why can't you f*cking see how much this means to me? I'm not wasting my time or my life. Who are you to say that I am? Keep telling yourself that this is just a phase. But your pressure and your shame won't make me change. (No I won't f*cking change.) I have no plans to f*cking change. You'll never f*cking get it. Don't try to understand. I don't care if you trust me. I'm taking a f*cking stand. I'm living for myself whether you come around (You come around) or not