All of that

You can turn me into a bad guy,

If that is your way.

You can judge my every word,

Tell me I am sour,

Tell me this is not our way.

Or you can turn me into the beggar,

Give me scraps to feast,

Tell me to be grateful,

For your crumbs,

I should beg at your feet.

You can tell me my emotions don´t matter,

Ask if that would make me your friend?

While you make the basics of life,

Into something you think

I need to defend.

You can tell me how everything I do

Is the wrong thing anyway

And that I should not wonder

Why there is not a single soul

That doesn´t leave, that stays.

I am going to sit here smiling.

I am going to pretend to not hear.

Because your judgment of my persona

Becomes less and less what I fear.

You are going to think what you think,

You are going to see me and not understand.

You are ready to judge me, nothing will change that

Not even if I lend you my hand.

So I am not going to even lift my hand up

And guide you through the things I said.

You already made your mind rather clear,

So let me be bad guy, let me be beggar, let me be,

All of that.