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Lirieke: 98 Mute. Don't.

Don't tell me what to do.
Don't make me talk to you.
Don't tell me how to act.
Don't show me what I lack.
Don't tell me what to eat.
Don't show me who to meet.
Don't tell me what to wear.
Don't give me that fucking stare.
'Cause I don't listen to a single word you say.
I'm going to live my life my own way.
Don't criticize me.
Don't tell me who to be.
Don't tell me what's good or bad.
Don't show me the next new fad.
Don't tell me what to say.
Don't insist on what I play.
Don't call me ever again.
Don't be my fucking friend.
Keep your feeble criticisms to yourself.
They're not working just as far as I can tell.
You keep on talking but it's just a waste of time.
Your worthless dialogue won't penetrate my mind.
So don't.