Stereotyping, labeling
No loving, just hating
You were my friend to change me,
I became who you wanted me to be.
But you didn't expect what happened next ...
I fought back! and you know the rest.
You think that, you still control my life ...
But your words only pierce through the air like a knife.
So go ahead, wear your new designer jeans,
We all know the old, worn out ones are better.
So go ahead, say something to criticize me,
The words I hold onto will not come from you.
In time you will regret ...
That your faded words are all you have left.