Names that were made of sticks and stones
have been thrown at me
when I'm all alone
But I've shown
that I'm made of more than bones
I've survived all of this
all on my own
So now they know that I'm more than just some broken bones
I've cried my days in junior high
I've cried now as a man
In time the tears were other things, but
you must cry to understand
Tears became repeated songs
Tears became the ones I'd wrong
Tears became the reasons why I'd fear
Tears became a reprimand
Tears became a one night stand
And some times tears just stayed as tears
So far I am from sticks and stones,
but words still often break my bones
But I must show they'll never kill me
And gather all those sticks and stones
Gather all those broken bones
Gather all the tears I'd never really see
And I must show them
that there's more than this to me