Standing Back Up
The comments, they fill me up
But not in the best way
They hurt me, they burn me
But it's not just me
It's all of us
The LGBTQ community at my school
We walk down the hallway and what we hear hurts
Hurts more than a heartbreak, and some words hurt more than a bullet
We blame ourselves for what we hear
Saying to ourselves for what we hear
Saying to ourselves if only we could change, if only we weren't born this way
It takes us a while to accept ourselves and this hurt extends the time it takes to be real
Real to ourselves and real to our loved ones
But what I've learned from all this hurt is that it jsut makes you who you are
You can stand back up and show the people that hurt you that you will not take it, it will not bother you anymore
You will not let them push you down; you will face them and not breathe in their words into your soul
We are who we are
We will not let them hurt us anymore
Together we are strong
Strong and standing tall
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