They call me weird
Thinkin' that I'm some sensitive little girl that will break if I even think that I'm not excepted
Well guess what
I'm used to the names
I'm used to the accusations
I'm used to the insults
And I'm certainly used to grinning at these dull people, who can never think of anything new or original, and telling them that I don't care
I've heard it all
I've seen things that I almost wish I hadn't
But then again, in the world we live in now, at least I know what to expect from people
I'm used to the violence
I'm used to the depression
I'm used to feeling broken and dead inside
I'm used to betrayal
I'm used to plenty of things that a positive person probably wouldn't be
Can't change that now