In my early youth,
i heard whispers and jeers
labeling me wicked and evil
that my favorite sport was sneering
mistakes are your teachers,
not your label or mark on your soul,
but i am just human,
their voices rang and rang in my head
i almost believed it too
i stumbled through, just found my way,
no help or sympathy, just me and my haze,
I was painted dark, with an ink of disdain,
no one knew what was in my heart of gold and rain
but someone recently told me "I love you, you're evil"
and it didn't bring my heart pain,
just a snarl, that was oddly familiar,
what am i supposed to do with that...?
