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Is this what happens once the summers gone



And fall comes to take me on



I'm not a fucking puppet, and I dont bow down



I bow to no one, no king, or god,



You say that I'm weak, and never fun



What would you like me to do? just sit and nodd?



Fine you wanna see not caring?



And see how this temper can just turn in into swearing



You cant control me, and who I ought to be



Fine, try me, and then you'll see



That this kind and heartly



Will only show partly



or maybe itll be completely  taken away



only to then leave u in the dark a stray



and then ull see



that ull never be able to bring about a change me



for i bow to no one, and i am my own person



and that uve only made room for ur place worsen