You can tell me what to believe-
Though I do not have to oblige,
Insist that I have to receive
Your bold passes I can deny.

If you must then go on ahead-
Highlight my every little fault,
Walking on the line, this thin thread
I will not stop I will not halt.

I may cry or even breakdown
I may hide in the dark shadows,
I will not smile nor will I found
I refuse to show my sorrows.

You can tell me what to believe
I will not bus or even fight,
In the end, all I have is me
In the end, my own heart is right.