Why chase something that's already gone? Why fix something that will just break again? Why cage a bird that was born to fly free? Why give your heart away if you know they'll use it as a weapon? Why fall in love when you'll only get hurt?
Seriously, what's the point of anything anymore?
You express yourself - people frown upon your acts. You keep to yourself - people say you're antisocial.
You actually share your emotions - people say you talk about yourself too much. You don't tell them how you feel - people say you don't trust them or you are no help at all.
You're pretty and say you're ugly - people say you're stupid and can't accept reality. You're pretty and say you're pretty - people say you're self-centered.
You say you love someone - people say you're too young to even know what "love" is. You say you don't like anyone - people say you're lying.
You write/say dark things - people say you're suicidal and need help. You write/say happy things - people say you're annoyingly positive about everything.
You're not hurt by what others say - people say you're a freak. You're hurt by what others say - people say you're a baby.