March To Your Own Drum.

I'm breaking down the form of me So you may look inside and see Why I'm fighting to stay free, To stay orgigional, Different triumphantly It seem so hard To be enough To stay above Remain so tough I own beat, And march alone, Told I have talent, I'm on my own Keep on playing, my random beat, never let off, my precussionist seat. Origionallity my best friend I'll know her until the end. I'll marck to my own drum, and show no fear, I'll show the real me, and stay right here.