Every day they tell me how my life should be Even though they don’t know me They look through their own eyes to see What my world is, repulsively But I know why they lack the foresight of mine To judge my world through their own flawed eyes They would have to Count my mood And know my heart Listen up Admit they’re wrong Hear me now And think of what I mean Shut their mouths [And] listen more to me When I want to say the things I want to say They all go and ignore me It’s not they do not value “me” They just don’t value me I wish they knew who I was... I wish they knew how I felt...