No one can tell me how to wear my hair.

No one can tell me how to sing.

No one can tell me I wear my clothes wrong.

No one can tell me how to be.

And that's what I believed.

But I can learn how to better wear my hair.

And I can learn how to better sing.

I can look at others and keep to style.

I can learn from others how to be.

And that's what I believed, so,

I listened to you when you told me I was wrong.

I sang in a way that you could hear me.

I learned from you a style just for two.

I learned from you how to be.

But,

when I saw how others lived their lives,

and compared theirs to mine,

I saw the wrong in which we lived,

I realized all you did was lie.

And that's what I believed so,

I learned I can have my own voice.

Now I sing only for me.

My style is now my own to stay,

and I learned from my mistakes,

how better I can be.

How better without you.