And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
Society's standards are fucked. If you're reserved and quiet, you're emo. If you're open and expressive, you're attention hungry. If you're a virgin by 16, you're doing something wrong. If you lose it by 16, you're a whore. If you don't compliment youself, you're begging for compliments. If you do compliment yourself, you're full of yourself. If you're unique, you're weird. If you're "normal", you're boring. It's hard to find youself in a world so centered around perfection, when in reality imperfection is what defines us.
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper ♥
