Get Over It

Get over it
They tell me as I hide
The see what they want
Not what's inside

What's inside is worse
you see it hurts
I'd rather put them in a hearse
then see then for what they truly were

Bullies, you see
They take my insecurities
and abuse them in front of me
They beat and bruise me
Inside and out

My insides are worse than my outsides
and my outsides are weak from what I see inside
I take my insides and I ruin my outsides
and yet they have the audacity
to tell me
to Get over it

Well I take that to heart
and pick up the pieces as I fall apart
putting myself back together
and patching up the pain
as I look at my hill of suffering

and get over it