I am not washed-up
I should believe I am but I do not
I still read all their ungraded hatemail
Fourteen long years of school
And all I learned was to fail
Well I am not proud
To rot with that crowd
’Cause I am stronger
I was born in a force-ten gale
It takes more than hot air to blow the wind out of my sails
And my eyesight’s poor
But I am the future:
HEAR ME ROAR
And get ready to talk hard
Know this: your head is not empty
So talk hard
Sha-la-la-la
You can do anything you feel