Do you know how hard it is?
Pretending it doesn’t hurt,
pretending I don’t care.
Do you know what it’s doing to me?

Doesn’t it show, I hate the way you talk to me?
You make me fall down every single time.
I don’t learn, I keep on making the same mistakes,
all over again, time after time.

My way of talking to you is wrong,
my hair doesn’t fit in with the rest.
I like wearing boy clothes.
Everything is a reason to haunt me down.

Do I live to seduce you and your friends?
Is there anything I can do, to make it stop?
Will it stop, when I do whatever you want me to?
Does it stop, when I am becoming a replica of you?

You judge me on my looks,
you don’t know who I am!
Do you know, I can’t change, I won’t change?
I won’t change for you, not for anyone.

I found a piece I didn’t knew I have.
This piece makes me realize,
I don’t belong to you, not to anyone.
I am my own boss, I can do what I want.

You can say I am a freak, I don’t belong.
Well, really, I don’t care anymore.
I found myself, I really did.
You won’t get me hurt again,
I am perfect the way I am.

Look at yourselves, all replicas of each other.
When I look at myself, I see someone
who has the right to walk here, to be herself!
I see someone I am proud at.

I’m free from all your names.
I don’t hurt anymore, find another victim.
You won’t get me down anymore,
I am flying way above you.

I am better than you all, I’ll reach the top.
No-ones going to make me hurt again.
I won’t cry no-more, I will live and laugh
I will leave you’ll behind, and you be wondering what happened to me!


~Er zitten herrineringen van mij in. Zo is het bij mij ook gegaan, ben een aantal jaar gepest. Word nog steeds uitgescholden, maar het doet me niks meer. Ik sta erboven. Nu..

Ik hoop dat mensen inzien, dat pesten alleen maar pijn dot, en dat je er zelf echt niet beter van word. Stop met pesten, en steun slachtoffers. Neem het voor anderen op, houd je hoofd niet in het zand!
Ze zullen het nodig zijn..!

Times will change, I promise.. Just believe, and hope..~