Life? Life.

You Don't Own Me

You don't own me
You don't know my pain.
You don't own me
You don't know my story.

You don't know my struggles
And you don't know how or when
I should handle my demons.
You think you know me, but you don't.

You don't own me
You don't know what makes me happy.
You don't own me
You don't know my story.

You don't know what I want
Or what I truly need.
You don't know me,
Don't think my success is everything.

You don't own me
So stop,
Stop,
Stop telling me...

What to do,
How to act,
That my pain is irrelevant,
And that my sorrows are pathetic.

You don't own me
So stop,
Stop,
Stop telling me...

What to say,
How to react,
That my happiness is too stupid,
And that my needs aren't necessary.

You don't own me, no one does.