Isn\'t it funny? How I smile and nod and lie
About things I so desperately wish to deny
And that even though no lies change a truth
I still build those lies diligently in my youth
And isn\'t it funny? How it\'s not even funny
That they don\'t see how much they hurt me
That they can\'t see past a layer of lies
To reach a soul that cries and cries and cries
But, you, know, I\'m trying my best
I try my hardest in every test
I smile and nod, and maybe that\'s fine,
Maybe in everything I don\'t need to shine
I\'ll accept myself, that\'s all I need
Remove those nit-picky habits that grow like a weed
I just need to be me, myself and I
This way, I\'ll never have to lie
Depending on others, nah, I\'d rather not
Russian Roulette with a faulty shot
Why should I risk my current mood
on someone if they happen to be rude?
No. My mood depends on me.
I\'ll be whoever I want to be.