You must think that I'm stupid,
Or that my brain has broken down.
I've poured it out to you from my heart,
But I've said nothing too profound.

And still you won't believe me.
You just tell me how to feel.
You must think I'm made of paper,
But I will tell you now that I'm completely real.

What can I do to make you see?
How can I make you believe in me?
I'm not the little kid that I used to be.
Because the way I feel makes me completely real,

And I'm not opposed to telling you the deal.

My manner's not been perfect,
I think we can agree.
You provided me with vision,
But I don't need your eyes to see.

Why won't you believe me?
You'd rather see me cry.
You must think I'm a loser,
But I can't figure out the reasons why.

What can I say so that you'll understand?
You can't control the life I have planned.
You try to keep me down by holding my hand,
And you make me cry without a reason why.

Well, I'm not opposed to telling you goodbye.

Are my feelings unimportant?
Are things just said and done?
I hope you change your mind,
Before you lose your one and only son.

No disrespect, but I'm moving along.
Maybe it's your fault that I've turned out this strong.
I'm not one bit afraid, because I'm just not wrong.
And when it's said and done, you'll have another son.

Cause, I'm not opposed to showing you I've won.