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