Me, Me, Me
Who says that I have to be a certain way?
Who says I have to walk, talk, act, look, like a certain thing?
Oh, that's right, you did.
In your wordly ways, with your worldly thoughts and actions.
But why? Why must we all be like you?
Why is it, that if we don't follow your ways, we're not "cool".
Well I'll tell you what, I'd much rather be considered a loser than lose what matters
to me; my personality and purity.
Living in the innocence of this godly youth is the way we're supposed to be.
I'm sorry that you're too blinded by your sinful life to see,
this thing, it's not about "me, me, me".
Copyright © Stephanie P Hinson | Year Posted 2011
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