Your plans are not the ones I've got
Some things discouraged
Exceptional miscarriage
Missing out, blissing out
Covering my eyes with doubt
Experienced subsistence
No casual frame of reference
But still you speak and I half-listen
High self-esteem torn at the seams
Speak into being
Self-actualized dreaming
Suggesting, unhelping
Consistently complaining
Insulting, repulsing
Big brother patronizing
But still you speak, and I'm left seething
Your perspective's so clearly out of place
And I'm talking to a wall while you're looking at a face
But whether you like it or not
I've made my mind up
And whether you like it or not
I'm on my way
Whether you like it or not
I've said "enough"
And whether you like it or not
I'll be okay
