There was a time that I believed 
the very thing that I need 
is a healthy sense of self-respect and dignity. 
This self empowered sort of drive 
helped me keep a dying dream alive 
and develop strength and confidence in my abilities. 
And now, I think I'm ready. 

I've learned to be the person I'm supposed to be, 
and I've learned that this world isn't just about me. 
I've learned.

They may knock me for my ideals, 
for the things I do, for the way I feel, 
but their words are paper bullets 
and my skin is made of steel. 
The urgency of this crusade 
is just what I've tried to disobey, 
as to not get caught in the loveless bed I'd made. 
My desire to be that person has decayed. 

I've learned to be the person I'm supposed to be, 
and I've learned that this world isn't just about me. 
I've learned.