You don’t know what it’s like to be the topic of a conversation

Or how it feels to be that one kid in class who’s different

I’m held to these high standards of living with strict expectations

I just wanna live my life, but that’s just my preference

I’ve been through a lot and it just keeps getting tougher it seems

The moment it starts to get better is the same time that it starts to recede

I make jokes about it every now and then

But the real reason why I make those jokes is that it helps me cope

There is a vicious cycle that just repeats over and over again

Beat, left, torn, stronger

Beat, left, torn, faster

Beat, left, torn, wiser

Beat, left, secret survivor

Judge me any way you want

I don’t care

If you could even get a glimpse into my mind

You’d likely be scared

So judge me how you judge me, you don’t see how I see

Because I know for a fact that you don’t know me