My Music

(This might have come out a little harsher than I meant it to... :P Anyway. I don't own these pictures. If they're yours and you'd like me to remove them, please let me know, and I will. Thank you! )

You sound like a fool

When you tell me what to do;

What music to listen to...

You tell me what to read,

What to wear and what to eat,

Who to love and who to meet.

Man, that's not cool;

Why don't you follow your own rules?

I'll pick my own music;

You go back to school.

I don't care what you think,

'Bout Taylor Swift or Anna Nalick;

It's my walkman;

You don't have to listen to it.

If you don't like my songs,

Then you don't have to read 'em.

I gotta put my feelings somewhere,

So why not in a song?

This is how I vent;

No one's makin' you sing along.

You don't have to read

All the books on my shelf.

You don't have to like my

Friends or food or clothes;

I'l like them myself.

You sound like a fool

When you tell me what to do;

Man, I won't do it.

What music to listen to;

Man, that's not my music.

You sound like a fool

When you tell me what to listen to;

But this is my walkman,

And I'll listen to it.

Yeah, this is my music,

And I'll listen to it.

I'll listen to it.