Every insult:
Makes me laugh at your shallowness
Every stare:
Makes me feel like a star
Every whisper:
Makes me talk a bit louder
Every rumor:
Makes me strut my stuff
Every hit:
Makes me stronger for it
Every scoff:
Makes me prove that I'm right
Every laugh:
Makes me look to the sky
But, as is you intention,
Every time:
Makes me die a bit quicker
Every night:
Makes me cry a bit more
Every one:
Makes me a little bit sicker
And yet
Everything:
Makes me proud of myself
Every day:
Makes me know that I'm better
Every chance:
Makes me show you who I am
So if you still want to, go ahead
Take your best shot, but you should know
Every shot
Makes me a step higher
So go ahead
Make me who I am