They say,
Only God can judge
They say,
Only losers can judge
They say,
If someone loves you, they won't judge you
They say,
Be yourself, because no one will judge you
So who am I, then?
Who are you?
Are you God, the almighty?
Do you forgive me for my sins?
A loser, then?
Yet you hold your head so high
That I swear you could break that neck
Of yours
So am I not loved?
Everyone judges me, judges me on my clothes
My shoes, my grades my hair
They judge me if I'm not wearing slutty underwear
If I play to my strengths
And change who I am for you...
I
will
still
be
judged.
Because Barbie is impractical,
But everyone still wants to be her anyway.