Stereotype

How can you stand there and look at my scars
Judging and backstabbing never gets anyone far
You could never understand the pain i feel
These scars on my heart are forever real

And you can judge me all you want
Put me as a stereotype, an emo, a goth
But only one person knows all the memories, those cold nights
Now i can't be bothered to put up a fight

Unless you've lived my life
I don't care what you think about the knife
Cause i know what I've be through
Maybe you should think twice before you call me the fool