I Do What I Want

He fired a shot.
He laughed.
It plunged.
Into her.

This isn't a song about sex.

I'll do what I want.

You're old.
You're ill.
You're worthless.
It's my time to shine.

This isn't a song about fame.

I'll do what I want.

She ate little.
She lay still.
If she withered away.
It might be ok.

This isn't a song about self pity.

I'll do what I want.

She writhed.
On the ground.
Her baby.
Her baby.

This isn't a song about pleasure.

He took away her freedom to be a Mother.

She felt old.
She felt low.
She felt worthless.
She had been used as shoe shine.

This isn't a song about pimping. 

She took away her freedom to be a human being.

He cried.
When no one was watching.
Because as she withered away.
He cared.

This is a song about other people.

She forced his world to revolve around her.

This song was inspired by Feminism, individualism, selfishness and by the shootings by Syrian soldiers performing out of conduct (their target was pregnant women). It also touches on eating disorders and a celebrity feud. My idea is how we choose to behave can drain the freedom and choice from other peoples lives.