You can\'t do me, but I can do you
It can\'t be undone, no matter who
It doesn\'t matter where I came from
The real world is cruel, honey, under the sun
Count to ten, you had me at one
You pointed me with your finger, now I\'m gone
You lost me at the tip of your tongue
I\'d say nothing rhymes better with finger and from
You don\'t just live to see another day
Without experiencing insults on the way
All I know is that I\'m still breathing, barely alive
I made it through, their criticisms helped me survive
They created the monster out of me
Through their words, my strength came to be
It won\'t kill you to be criticized and assailed
But these criticisms make my day feel unveiled
So don’t be a hypocrite, it doesn’t suit you
In this harsh, cruel world, you have to stay true
Criticisms are part of my daily strife
In this unforgiving world, that\'s just life