I was thinking that I might fly today,
Just to disprove all the things that you say.
It doesn't take a talent to be mean.
Your words can crush things that are unseen.
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way.
You always tell me that it's impossible
To be respected, and be a girl.
Why's it gotta be so complicated?
Why you gotta tell me if I'm hated?
And I was thinking, that it might do some good
If we robbed the cynics and took all their food.
That way what they believe will have taken place
And we'll give it to everybody who has some faith, though.
I have this theory, that if we're told we're bad
Then that's the only idea we'll ever have.
But, maybe if we are surrounded in beauty,
Someday we will become what we see.
'Cause anyone can start a conflict;
It's harder yet to disregard it.
I'd rather see the world from another angle.
We are everyday angels
Be careful with me 'cause I'd like to stay that way