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I'm not here for your approval
because let's face it,
I'd never get it.
Being accepted has never been that crucial,
So I'll just sit here,
Trying to forget it.
What's the point of being loved
For something I am not?
I'd rather remain unloved
And sooner be forgot.

I'm used to petty jibes,
and the many pointed whispers.
I know we stand on opposite sides,
And you want to burn me till I blister.
Even though I've never wronged you,
Your arrogance leads this battle.
This war that grew and grew
Can no longer leave me rattled.

Sure you've made me cry,
When you've dragged me to me knees.
Sure you've made me want to die
As you've pulled me apart with practiced ease.
Have you ever considered,
How many you've killed with your words?
Have you ever stopped and shivered
When you thought of the screams left unheard?

I am not another notch,
That you can carve into your wall.
I'm not another statistic
Of those you've managed to make fall.
I am too strong.
I'm stronger than them all.

You can kick in my teeth,
Shave this lion's mane.
But you can't touch what's underneath,
And I can take the pain.
I can stand here in the rain,
Battered and bruised.
Legs trembling with the exertion of keeping me standing,
I'll make my last stand because I've got nothing to lose.

I'll mutter that old lie
About sticks and stones
As I try and hold out
While sharp words cut me to the bone

Description
I'm not here for your approval
because let's face it,
I'd never get it.
Being accepted has never been that crucial,
So I'll just sit here,
Trying to forget it.
What's the point of being loved
For something I am not?
I'd rather remain unloved
And sooner be forgot.

I'm used to petty jibes,
and the many pointed whispers.
I know we stand on opposite sides,
And you want to burn me till I blister.
Even though I've never wronged you,
Your arrogance leads this battle.
This war that grew and grew
Can no longer leave me rattled.

Sure you've made me cry,
When you've dragged me to me knees.
Sure you've made me want to die
As you've pulled me apart with practiced ease.
Have you ever considered,
How many you've killed with your words?
Have you ever stopped and shivered
When you thought of the screams left unheard?

I am not another notch,
That you can carve into your wall.
I'm not another statistic
Of those you've managed to make fall.
I am too strong.
I'm stronger than them all.

You can kick in my teeth,
Shave this lion's mane.
But you can't touch what's underneath,
And I can take the pain.
I can stand here in the rain,
Battered and bruised.
Legs trembling with the exertion of keeping me standing,
I'll make my last stand because I've got nothing to lose.

I'll mutter that old lie
About sticks and stones
As I try and hold out
While sharp words cut me to the bone