My Life Is Mine

Your walking on a thin line soon you'll be crossing from your life to mine Why should it matter what I do and why do you waste your time? It seems unfair that you can try to make decisions for me even though you are not me Your not even that close to me Only by blood, but I don't have all of your blood Only a quarter, still that doesn't even give you the right to a quarter of my decision and you stand there trying to make half You can say what you want but you have no say It isn't valid if we do it my way There is also a thin line between loving you and loving what you do, more appreciating what you do What you do gives you no right to direct me all I ask is that you respect me and leave me alone.