Let me be me.

U tell me that i can be who i want to be,
But then u try to change me.

Why don't u except that i am not a happy person?
Why don't u trust me to pick my own clothes?

U need to let me control my own life,
It is my clothes, my image, my hair.
Let me be me.

You don't like my friends because they wear black
But I would too if i could

You tell me what i can do to my hair,
but it should be MINE decision.

What i think is that you are desperately trying to control me while you can.
I can think for my self and it scares you.
I am not a kid anymore and you hate it.

H*ll i don't know if i was ever a kid.
You didn't mean to but i was raised to be too mature.

LET ME BE MYSELF