Don’t try to dictate what beauty means to me,
Art is art, well so is pornography.
Don’t try to say what I should grow up to be.
At the end of the day I can only satisfy me.
Don’t try to tell me that I have always been wrong.
Don’t say that I can’t put that into a song
What I write is what I felt all along.
At the end of the day I know where I belong.
Don’t try to say that I can’t live this way.
Don’t tell me what I’m allowed to say.
Don’t you see that this is not okay.
A different path doesn’t mean that I’m astray.
Go ahead and crucify,
Throw your hands up, testify.
Hide behind your wicked lie,
Tell me that I’ll never fly.
You can’t break me, I won’t die,
If you doubt me, go ahead, and try.
