I Am Ready To Smile Again,
I Am Ready To Revisit All Of The Good Memories In That Place I've Been,
I Am Ready To See Friends I Would Take A Bullet For,
I Am Ready To Feel Good All The Way Down To My Core

But,

I'm Not Ready To Go Back,
I'm Not Ready To Be Attacked,
I'm Not Ready To The Faces,
That Try To Ambush Me In Many Different Places,
I'm Not Ready To Walk Down The Hallways Of Hell,
At The Sound Of A Two Toned Bell

But,

Now I Realized,
I Am Stronger Than Any Of The People They Idolize,
I Have Stuck Through Thick And Thin,
But Still They Critize,
Like They've Never Sinned?
Girls Who Cry On The Stairwell,
Call Me A Suicidal Freak,
And Boys Who Can't Spell,
Say My Words Are Weak

But,

Do I Believe Them?
No
Do I Greave Over The Words They Say?
No
Do I Even Really Care?
No
Do I Respect Them?
No
So Why Should They Even Try To Bring Me Down