I got so tired of people giving up on me

That I learned to believe in myself

Got so tired of my world falling apart

That I learned how to hold up the sky

I got so tired of the rainy days

That I taught myself to be the rainbow

So used to the hate from the world

Yet I chose to love it regardless

I got so used to the knives in my back

That I learned to call them jewelry

So used to the tears in my eyes

That I watered my own roses

I got so tired of angry words

That I stole them to write my own story

So used to the sound of broken promises

That I taught them to sing my own song

I got so used to being forgotten

That I let myself forget

My world is always changing

But I’ll get used to it