So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
It’s driven me before
And it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around
But lately I’m beginning to find that
When I drive myself my light is found
Girl Power on this one.
Here’s my philosophy: we’re living in a penitentiary. You can’t win when your will is weak, when you’re knocked on the ground. Oh why, world, why world, do you want me to be so mad? Evil, don’t you test me. Evil, you won’t win.