...of you

Every whisper I hear makes me sick. Every time I make my own opinion it's wrong because my own should be someone else's... Right? I can see for myself - I can hear for myself. What the fuck are you going to do? I can feel for myself - I can cry for myself. And I'll always pull through. I don't see the same things as you. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I don't hear the same things as you. They are decifered different in my head. You can rant and you can rave about other people's ideas. Let them think for you - let them see for you. You shouldn't give a fuck what I do.