People who think they know me! Please, you don't own me. You always believe what others say, instead of turning and walking the other way. The glares you give and the things you say; I try to just let them drift away. Yeah, so what, I have a past. But hey, guess what!? This girl didn't let it last. I am me, and you are you! So? Why should you care what I do? For if I were you and you were me you'd understand the pain of my reality.