There isn't really much to say
to the people who have hurt me
because in any time, in any way
the pain remains the same.
I may be young, but I've been hurt;
I hide the pain behind a mask -
from a broken family to a broken heart,
from a tragic loss to everything falling apart;
"I'm okay" is my answer, if you dare ask.
There is nothing else we can do
but wait until time heals everything.
I actually have to say thanks, though
because I actually learned a few things:
From my dad who wasn't home a lot,
('cause work was more important than his tot)
to always be satisfied with what you have
and always cherish the woman you love
because once you make that one mistake,
the trust that was there you can never retake.
Still, growing up as a bastard isn't so bad,
but I will never, ever be like you, dad.
From my grandma who sadly passed away,
(and even now I still have no words to say)
you told me to help people without asking why
and that it's okay for young men to cry
because that shows others that we have feelings, too -
all of these things you taught me to do.
I hope that you're happy up in the sky
and that your Star will guide me from up high.
From the girl who first broke my heart,
know that I was really torn apart
'cause I thought that it was going to last
even though things were going a bit too fast...
I learned the hard way that when you have a crush
you should take it slowly and don't ever rush
because if you do, you're headed to nowhere
and you'll lose her as quick as you found her.
From all my haters talking behind my back
and also the racists that are calling me black:
talk all you want, you don't know who I am
and seriously, do I look like I give a damn?!
Yes, your words hurt me, I must admit
so much that one time I wanted to slit;
but I'm better than that and I'll never change
who I am into a complete stranger.
Well, I guess I found something to say
to the people that hurt me the most.
They're part of what makes me who I am, in a way
and to that I raise my glass for a toast!
