Spontaneous Combustion

They can think what they want.
I get to chose.
They can say what they want.
I know whose truth is whose.
They can fear all they want.
For it might be them tomorrow.
They can live how they want
Always swallowing their sorrow.

They can think what they want
is the way it's always been.
They can say that they think
that it's some kind of a sin.
They can fear all they want
but I no longer buy it.
They can keep the way it was,
I've already said goodbye to it.