You told me to do as I want
Not to let you stop me.
You told me you're happy
With the way I've grown up.
You told me I'm old enough
To make my own decisions.
Now you tell me I'm not. You tell me you must have gone wrong
In your raising of me.
You tell me not to act
On the choices I've made.
You tell me I'm a child,
That I don't know what I'm doing.
Now I tell you I'm not. I tell you my decision
And that I'm sticking to it.
I tell you that you raised me
To be the stubborn thing I am today.
I tell you that I'm old enough
To deal with my own choices.
And I tell you...
I WILL.
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