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I'm sick of caring...
I'm sick of worrying what you think.
I'm sick of spending my days
trying to be who you want me to be.
I'm tired of watching my steps for you.

Me and my ratty hair 
and my spiked collars and bracelets, 
Me and my torn too long pants,
and my evil smirks...
I'm tired of being little miss innocent
Tired of being your baby.

I want to be this, 
I want to be her with every bit of passion in me.
I don't want to be your sweet Arian prized possession.
I don't want to be your beautiful darling girl.
I want to be me.

I want to run around and make people stare
and hurt myself in a mosh pit
just to get the tension that you cause off my chest
I want to listen to that.... "that isn't music, that's noise"
I like it that way...
the louder they scream, the more beautiful it is.

I can't be violent, 
I can't be mean, 
I can't be careless...
but at least I can be who I am
and look violent, 
and seem mean, 
and act careless once and a while.

I just want to be me.