They think you're crazy.
They think you're mad.
They call you stupid, worthless, tell you
you're not worth it.
Now you're walkin' back, to place call home,
but feel so alone.
The same hurtful hits, it's darker place.
In your virgin ears, remarks they make.
And if they, if they really knew
all of those things.
That you do
in your room,
to hide the pain.
I bet their minds
would change.
I'll bet their minds
would change.
They'd change, If they knew the pain
They'd change....
I believe in these scars, I believe
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