I am not you; You are not me
We may be as similar or different as any people can be
We still both have to exist here, you see
I take no issue, you get to be you; I am just me
Pink hair, and a onesie, running errands at three.
Not a fuck to be found for fools bothered by me
They choose control; I chose to be warm, and free
No cause to be dour; It was no gift handed to me
It must be asserted; That seems to be key