��Don't you ask someone how real they are
You have no right to judge
Trying to make them feel small?
Even though they won't budge
They'll just prove it
Do they all have to cut '4 Real'
Into their arms?
For you to understand we're not faking?
Do we have to jump from buildings, drink gasoline and hang ourselves on the door with our ties?
For you to finally see we have feelings too?
This is a race of action after words
And they'll show you action
Whether you like it or not
So next time she's crying her eyes out
You'd better not tell her to stop