- cifra
They think you're crazy (crazy)
They think you're mad (mad)
They call you stupid, worthless, tell you you're not worth it
And now you're walkin' back to the place you call home,
But you feel so alone
The same hurtful hits, it's your darker place
In your virgin ears, the remarks they make
If they, if they really knew all of those things
That you do in your room to hide the pain
I bet their minds would change
I bet their minds would change
They'd change, if they knew the pain
Change
'Cause I believe in these scars
'Cause I believe
