I choose to be happy
I choose to be me
I choose to flee from all my misery
No one can control my feelings and tell me what to be
I will never pretend again and beg at others feet
Just for what? To be apart of something where I'll never feel complete? for others to look upon and pity me?
Like a stray dog that roams the busy street
But as long as the sun burns and clouds cry
I will always choose me


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