i know that people think i'm mean sometimes. or that i'm cynical. or a bitch. and maybe i am but it's partly to hide all the other things i've got going on inside. i can get hurt just as easily as the next person... maybe even easier because i was kind of broken to start with. i'm not easily offended and i like to argue. talk about pointless things for hours just to keep talking with endless, harmless banter. one of my favorite past times. those long nights staying up to watch the sunrise and just talking about whatever crossed our minds. it was always enlightening and i loved every minute of it. somewhere in those conversations you could pull out bits and pieces and realize how amazing some of your friends can really be. but i have this really bad habit of saying things i don't mean. and insulting people who don't deserve it, especially not from me. obnoxious, biting comments pop out before i can stop them. and i suck at apologies. but all that isn't me. i guess i figure the people who know me really well and care about me remember this from time to time. maybe they can judge me by the times when i've pulled my head out of my ass and actually been amazing right back at them. the times i've dropped the act and stopped playing long enough to remind them how important they are to me. and maybe because of this they won't say mean things to me, shut me out or forget about me in the long run. i'd hate for that to happen because it puts a knot in my stomach that won't go away and makes me feel alone and unsure. i use to love this song. maybe because i used to be more like this. since then a lot of stuff has happened, i've been hurt and hurt others. so i've got the same walls everyone has now to protect this part of me that i've always cherished. i guess you could call my bitchiness preventive maintenance to keep people from getting to this part of me. i thought maybe reminding people that it's there would help them understand... what little there is to understand at least.
I was thinking that I might fly today
Just to disprove all the things you say
It doesn't take a talent to be mean
Your words can crush things that are unseen
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way.
You always tell me that it's impossible
To be respected and be a girl
Why's it gotta be so complicated?
Why you gotta tell me if I'm hated?
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way.
I was thinking that it might do some good
If we robbed the cynics and took all their food
That way what they believe will have taken place
And we can give it to people who have some faith
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way.
I have this theory that if we're told we're bad
Then that's the only idea we'll ever have
But maybe if we are surrounded in beauty
Someday we will become what we see
'Cause anyone can start a conflict
it's harder yet to disregard it
I'd rather see the world from another angle
We are everyday angels
Be careful with me 'cause I'd like to stay that way
