They point and laugh,
And say "you don't have a life".
Little do they know,
I have a life that's filled with strife.
Strife from people like you,
Who criticize who I am.
If I'm happy who should care,
And why do you give a damn.
I'll spend my time smiling,
Knowing I'm the best me I can be.
"That loser needs to get a life?",
Oh when will you ever see...
The only loser is you,
Because you don't know who you are.
Soon you'll learn putting others down,
Won't in a million years get you far.
But hey, that's cool,
To each his own, am I right?
I'll glide through my happy life,
While you'll constantly put up a fight.
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