You judge us all, you and your bitter tongue.
You call her a slut, you say that he's fat,
You tell me I can't draw, I can't act, I can't sing,
You say to your friends that I'm ugly and make fun of my hair,
You read all the things I write just to make fun,
You tell me I'm unwanted, uncared for, unloved.
You know what?
Tired of being pushed around.
Tired of being made fun of, embarrassed,
Tired of you and your criticism of me.
I don't have a life? Says the guy who spends his time pointing out the flaws of others.
So What do you have to say now? Going to try and make fun of me some more?
Well, you can't hurt me if I don't care.
And TRUST ME: I won't.
Not about you,
Not about your life,
Not about your criticism of me.