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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