People think I'm naive.

People have call me moronic.

People say I'm querulous.

But when those people say I'm querulous, I say I know what I deserve.

When people say I'm moronic, I say there's no need to grow up so soon.

And when people say I'm naive, I say maybe just maybe; I'm fearfully and wonderfully made,

Maybe I refuse to let you tarnish my vunerable heart,

Maybe I see more to mankind,

Maybe I heard you.

Maybe I'm a visionary.