I do not want to be.

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I got my own set of rules,

That I created for me.

No need for outside fools,

To dictate what I should be.

This place is my kingdom,

Where I am free to roam.

With a heart that's always singing,

And a spirit that's never alone.

We all got our own journey,

Our own path to unfold.

And we should never feel sorry,

For breaking out of the mold.

We're not here to be puppets,

On strings that others hold.

We're here to be free spirits,

And be brave enough to be bold.

And why do we listen,

To the voices that we fear?

Why do we keep glistening,

To the lies that they hold dear?

We gotta find our own rhythm,

And dance to the beat of our own drum.

And never let anyone keep us,

From living life just for fun.

So let's break the chains,

And be the masters of our own fate.

And never let anyone tell us,

What freedom should look like or taste.

We gotta keep climbing higher,

And never be afraid to take the leap.

Cause we're the masters of our own lives,

And we don't need no one else's decree.