So who the hell am I suppose to be?
Why can't you just accept me for me?
Let me dress. Let me cry. Let me dance. Let me sing. Let me live the way I want. Let me be me.

They sure know how to make my make-up run, rumors hurt.

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.
Sweetly asking your address.
Wanting the beautiful warmth of your heart fire.