We live in a world where the world beautiful
Requires the word skinny.

A world where they say be yourself
But have constraints

A world that gives you so many opportunities
But sorry, you're not good enough.

I'm sick of the world and I'm sick of the words
We throw at each other for insults

If I were to ask you to raise you're hand if
You've ever been called a nasty word

Your fingers would stretch up screaming
Me , yes I have been called a nasty word. Something I am not. 

But I won't ask, because I know,
And that's sad to say.

It's also sad to see
All these beautiful people walk around thinking they are not

Because some guy at school called them fat
Or ugly, or weird, or gross.

We live in such a beautiful world with such beautiful things
But we end up hating ourselves because we think we do not compare.

Trees, tall, short, leaned left or right,
Thick or thin are all so important.

It doesn't matter what kind of tree
Or how big it is.

We need it, for the life it gives us.
Shouldn't people be the same way.

Because I'm tired of the fat jokes, I'm tired of the suicides,
I'm tired of standing up to be put back down.

I'm tired if kids say go kill yourself as a joke.
And I'm tired of being human because of how horrible it feels.

People say, just deal with it, it's how people are.
We've been split up and sorted out since , god who knows how long.

But doesn't that mean it's time for a change,
Time to stop what we keep doing and help each other out for once.

Call some one beautiful, kiss someone's scars on their wrists
From where they've tired to carve the hate out of themselves.

Don't tell people to kill themselves,
Don't joke about body image.

Because we all have things inside us that hurt,
And we are all guilty of being human.

But that's a crime I'm not willing to pay the price of ridicule
And a life of depression for.

Because I'm tired of living in a world
Where the word beautiful doesn't apply to everyone .