And as I sit uselessly in a place where I have every choice to not be there I realize that I may just be what they said Every word they ever breathed about me But does that mean that's all I am? I'm a *****, yes, and I'm not afraid to admit that truth But I can be kind and caring if I feel the need to be I'm inconsiderate in so many different ways, yeah But I might just give you the best advice that leads you to righten yourself And I may just be lazy Or preparing for all the drama you're going to throw at me Yeah I'm depressing, but I'm also girly and loud and popular Which leads me to believe that we're all everything we call each other We are what we say and probably what others say But we deserve nothing but the best Because we may not be perfect, but we're all we've got and will ever have