Freak

Act normal, be moral. Take a compass, Follow the path that's decided. But who can decide what is normal? I already have a compass, But I don’t know which is right— The North or the East. You ask me to follow a path, The one you follow, Which doesn't belong to you. I want to follow my own heart, It can give true direction to the blood, Just to keep us alive. It can also show me what is right. And if that makes me a freak, I still prefer being alive.