Change the things you hate or change the way you feel Complaining is fucking worthless, but I totally understand the appeal Every small trace of sexism in me is the direct result of insecurity I’m trying to be better, trying to understand the plight of others and the scars on their hands
But I know I’ll never be good enough for you Yes, I know I’ll never be good enough for you And I know, to you, I am weak But I know that I am not weak So I’ll try to prove myself, I am not a wimp I am not a wimp
So I’ll scream to a room full of strangers all my deepest darkest secrets And I assure you, my lyrics aren’t a joke, yes I really do believe this That by the end of the show, by the end of the show, by the end of the show, by the end of the show You'll know more about me than my friends and family And that’s all my fault