The Day You Made Me Regret Myself
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But why do words still hurt me?
Holding on to childish hopes,
Praying they won't desert me,
Self-esteem has ran away
To a far and distance place,
Leaving me a lost victim
Of the ruthless human race,
My mother always told me
"Beauty is only skin deep,"
But the harsh reality
Is narrow minded and cheap,
It is better to have lost
Than never to have won,
Because it is the losing
That makes a person someone,
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But their bad words are a only reflection of themselves.
But why do words still hurt me?
Holding on to childish hopes,
Praying they won't desert me,
Self-esteem has ran away
To a far and distance place,
Leaving me a lost victim
Of the ruthless human race,
My mother always told me
"Beauty is only skin deep,"
But the harsh reality
Is narrow minded and cheap,
It is better to have lost
Than never to have won,
Because it is the losing
That makes a person someone,
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But their bad words are a only reflection of themselves.