Been raised to always do what's right
To always please somebody
While I hide and hurt inside
I have to be good, I have to be smart.
And now that I'm out in the world
What do I do?
Should I always run a check?
I can't easily make up my mind.
If there's something new
I get scared of giving it a try
I worry what others might say
And I end up feeling blue.
Hey, loosen up!
If it makes you happy, why not?
It's your turn to decide
So, go on and drive!
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