Who are you to judge me, who are you to care, who are you to judge the cloths I wear or the way I do my hair?
Who are you to pretend like you know where I've been. Who are you to see, see you don't even know me. Who are you to act like you know what I've been through... I know you and I know you know it too.
Who are you to know what my dreams are.. or why I work in a bar. Who are you to think, you know what I want, or even if I put up a front.
Do you know why I cry, or when I even try? Do you know when I am happy, or the reasons I am sad, do you know any of the things that make me mad? Do you know if I am smart, or even have a heart? Do you care if I have been in love, or even if I believe in the lord above.
Do you know what I have been through, do you feel the same way too? Who are you to judge me, when will you open up your eyes and see?
