Maybe it’s my choice
Because you never seem to care.
And it’s my voice,
That you never seem to hear.
They’re my decisions,
How I choose to live my life.
I don’t need your revisions.
Or your thoughts so filled with lies.
I don’t care what you have to say,
Because you’re never there when needed,
I’m waiting for that final day,
When I know I’ve finally succeeded.
Why do you get to decide
When so often you’re away.
Forget your authority, put that aside,
It’s not your right, no matter what you say.