They say that I am an open book, yet they end up reading it all wrong
They say that I have mood swings, little do they know, that it’s my way of being alive
They say that I am a cry baby, I wish they realise that’s secret of my true eyes
They say that I am attached; well clearly that’s how they know I care
They say that I am predictable, yet I manage to surprise them all
The world is fond of going on and on
All that matters to me is that I love myself just the way I am……….