Who am I to judge the living?
Who am I to judge the dead?
The opinions of others speak louder than facts,
Even if they resent what they said.
Who am I to take chances?
Who am I to back down?
Who am I to take pity on others
When they don't even wear a frown?
Who am I to experience the night?
Who am I to encounter the day?
Wandering the streets is better than directions,
Because no one can trust what they say.
Who am I to be standing?
Who am I to be sitting?
Who am I to be walking around,
And hating on those who are quitting?
Who am I to be writing?
Who am I to be read?
My thoughts can be louder than yours,
Even if you resent what I said.