Fuck The Bullies (FTB)

Used to walk in late

With a hole in my shoe

Hand-me-down jeans

And the teacher looking down his nose

Lunchtime fights

By the chain-link fence

They laughed real loud

I learned to stand my ground

Home felt loud

And the walls felt thin

Cans on the counter

And a despair from within

But I found my people

One crazy friend at a time

We were the fun crowd first

Now we’re standing proud

Fuck the bullies

I don’t need their crap

Fuck the bullies

I won’t bow down

I’ve got my own name

I’ve got my own skin

Don’t try to impress them

They don’t give a shit anyhow

(Only yourself wins)

Old clothes, torn cuffs

Cheap lunch, cold hands

They talked like my life

Was a joke

But one day

I met my kind

Loud misfits

With dreams in our hearts

We made a pact

At the edge of the field

Nobody gets to say

What a weak heart feels

Yeah, I carried fear

Like a backpack full of stones

Then they came through

And I wasn’t alone

Now the mirror knows me

Not the lies they sold

I’m more than the dirt

I’m more than what they told

Fuck the bullies

I don’t need their crap

Fuck the bullies

I won’t bow down

I’ve got my own name

I’ve got my own skin

Don’t try to impress them

I don’t give a shit anyway

I won’t fake a smile

For a room that bites

I won’t trade my soul

For a smaller life

If you need a target

Go find your own

I’m done being broken

I’m done being owned

Fuck the bullies

I don’t need their crown

Fuck the bullies

I won’t bow down

I’ve got my own name

I’ve got my own skin

Don’t try to impress them

They’ve got their own pain

Fuck the bullies

I’m still here

Fuck the bullies

Loud and clear

I’ve got my own name

I’ve got my own skin

Don’t try to impress them

Or you’ll go insane