Some people call me crazy, 

I say I am a dreamer.

Some people say I am cold,

I say I am strong.

They say I have a short temper,

I say I take a stand. 

Some people call me conceited, 

But really I just know who I am. 

They can say whatever in the hell they want

I won't change who I am to appease them 

Because someday I will have great success

And they will be left to whisper behind my back

I know they are just second guessing every label they ever gave me

Because none of them will ever truly stick.