force me into your mold.
(Well) I don't want to be you, not in any way.
Why can't I dream, and think about the things I want?
I want to believe in...
nothing and everything, it's all the same to me.
So don't hold me or guide me by the hand.
I'll burn myself and learn myself, on my own.
You'll see. I'll believe. It's me and no one else.
I have to do this on my own, or I'll never know
who I am. What I am. Believe...
