I DON’T CARE AT ALL
What anyone else thinks
My minds made up, solid as a rock
Chorus: No one can tell me
Who to be or what to do
All that matters is that Im happy!
Straight edge to the death is our motto
Don’t like it? Just get dropped- OH!
All these carbon copy kids drinkin’ till they cant see
You look dumber than these skinny jeans do on me
The stand out kids that you call weird
I call my brothers, closer than each hair in your heinous beard
Chorus
For my family and friends, Id fight, Id die
You can’t say the same; you’d probably curl up and cry
I’ll give you some respect when you act yourself
But that won’t happen; you’re already too alike everyone else
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