Is it wrong for me to like myself?
Because you obviously think so
You don't care for my mental health
You're not a friend, just a foe

If my britches get too big
And I look too sure
With hurtful words you'll start to dig
I start to feel so insecure

But I know one thing that's true
Your insides are way rotten
Those things you said are not forgotten
They've stuck to me like glue