Sticks and stones are easy to throw
Who am I to tell you what you are?
Who am I to see through your previous scars?
Who am I to think that I know you?
CHORUS:
Sticks and stones may break your bones
but my words will always hurt you
Sticks and stones are easy to throw
but these thoughts will kill me
Who are you to believe me?
Who are you to trust in me?
Who are you to think that you know me?
CHORUS
Who are we to decide what seems right?
Who are we?
And we fail to see the truth
Who are we to think that we know?
CHORUS
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