• Honestly I hate to be,
    the barer of bad news.
    But truthfuly I ought to be,
    the person that I choose.
    Who I am shouldn't mean
    anything to anyone but me.

    So why do people care,
    what color I do my hair.
    Pink or purple or blue,
    I'm different for you.
    And I'm sick of acting
    like a robot to make you happy.

    Who's with me when I say,
    these people are in my way.
    I need to be myself
    and you can't hold me down.

    We could start a Random Riot,
    and rebel in the streets.
    The skies our only limit,
    No reason to admit defeat.

    Lets be who we want,
    don't let them hold you back.
    Take everything you dream of,
    and everything you lack.