They tell me I'm beautiful
You say I'm ugly.
They tell me I am smart
You call me a nerd.
So tell me what you see?
Tell me what you think?
Tell me what you feel
But don't you dare lie.
Why do you make me feel bad?
Why don't you let me be happy?
Why is it you always find something
That would always make me hate myself?
Is it becasue you don't like me?
Is it because I'm not "cool"?
Or maybe it's because you're just mean.
I don't care what you think about me anymore
Because you knw what they say...
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But your words will never hurt me.
So whatever you do or say
Will only make me stronger.
I'm done listening to you.
It's time to be me.
