If there’s a judgement forming?
Then just fucking don’t
An attempt to label who I am?
Well it just fucking won’t
You really think you’re helping here?…
You couldn’t be more wrong
Your just filling my gaps with your own views
Putting them where they don’t fucking belong
Please don’t use your standards
To judge the things I do
I don’t necessarily march along
To the same beat of the drum as you
Your World, and mine, are not the same
They turn at their own pace
To find their paths to what will be
It’s not a fucking race
So now I’ll struggle forwards
Try to follow my own lead
Through this thorny uncertainty
You cultured from your seed
I will take your judgement
And what you think you know
And even though it weighs me down?
I just won’t let it show
So get off your moral high horse
Try to see things from down here
Then before you make assumptions
Don’t just listen.. Try to hear
I won’t try to meet your challenge
Play your game and toe your line
Because although you think it’s the only way?
That’s your opinion ……… Not fucking mine