Used-to-cry, 'bout some crazy shit, before,
I-used-to-feel so obligated to be so, much more,
I,
Used to let some people tell me how to live and what to be but if I can't be me then fuck's the point ? No.
I don't care about it a-nymore, oh,
I don't care about it a-nymore, oh.
Now I laugh about the things that used to be important to me used to have a hold on me,
Used to have a hold on me;
Like "what do you think ?",
And "what he thinks ?",
And "what they think ?",
But I love me, yeah~
I don't care about it a-nymore, oh,
I don't care about it a-nymore, oh.
I~ I-I-I-I-I~
Yeah~
I, I-I-I-I-I~ I
Oh yeah...
I~ I-I-I~
Yeah,
I~ don't care about it a-nymore whoa
I~ don't care about it a-nymore, boy.
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