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People often asked me why
I have chosen to be weird,
And I always refused to reply
As if my voice just disappeared.

Me, being the man that I am,
I would have lost my cool,
Instead, all I absorb as a clam
Would do at sea from a school.

I am of age to know
Right from my wrong;
Let me find where to go,
(Where to go…)
This is where I belong.

I choose my own path…

People lusts to pry on my life,
And with whom I wish to spend it,
But the world cannot be my wife,
So why must I just go befriend it?

Me, being the revel that I was,
I would've jumped to conclusions;
Yet, I behaved like a man does
And saw drivel as sidle illusions.

I am of age to see,
Bad from the good,
Let me find where to be,
(Where to be…)
This is where we should.

I choose my own path…

If I were to be you,
I would not be satisfied;
If all I went through,
Made everyone else cried.

I choose my own path,
Convinced to meet longing;
Not concerning the aftermath,
For a sense of belonging.

…a sense of belonging.