on my own

it is my will that commands my steps,
on each part of the path, it is me who's driving.
i choose whose advice I take,
and who and what I let [sometimes] to drive me.
it is my heart that commands me to stay, or to walk away,
and even beaten, tortured by [someone else's] guilt, or
just because it doesn't seem so,
I am true,

when I say "I love you", i really mean it,
and I'm ready to take whatever comes from it,
for the better or for the worse,
when I say "see you later", i really mean it,
and I'll come back only when you ask me to