He gets he information from overhearing conversations.



He doesn't ask questions, 



doesn't learn many lessons.



And he keeps his mouth shut,



till he bowls over, and he blows up



And then he can't form his words right, 



they don't fit together so tight

And I hope to God that he will find his name



and not listen to his "socalled" friends



when they so boldly say

This is the way, that you are



Don't let them say



This is the way, that you are

She doesn't have much to say about yesterday



or what happened to her, when she was eight



So she drinks a lot, and it her makes feel okay



For the moment, but it's gone when she wakes

But i hope you know that somewhere out there loves you



So don't give yourself away,



and don't listen to them when they say

This is the way, that you are



Don't let them say



This is the way, that you are



No!

This is the way, that you are.



Don't let them say



This is the way, that you are.



Don't let them say

This is the way, 



This is the way, 



This is the way that you are.



Don't let them say,

This is the way, 



This is the way that you are.