They think you're crazy.
(Crazy.)
They think you're mad.
(Mad.)
They call stupid, worthless, tell you you're not worth it.
And now you're walking back,
to a place you call home,
but you feel so alone.
The same hurtful hits,
it's your darker place.
In your v*rgin ears,
the remarks they make.
And if they,
if they really knew
all those things
that you do in your room,
to hide the pain...
I bet their minds would change.
(Yeah.)
I'll bet their minds would change...
They'd change,
if they knew the pain.
Change.
'Cause I believe in these scars.
I believe...