Hold your Head High

"Hold your head high
Don't let them get to you
It's not your loss
It's theirs."
Isn't that right, Martin?
Since the word doesn't accept me
I should just look the other way
I shouldn't let them in
If they're too high on their pedistals
To fit in the door, right?
Even if it kills me to be alone
I shouldn't change to suit them
Right?
I'm perfect the way I am
Isn't that what you said?
Well maybe it's become too much
I can't be so alone
In the middle of a crowded room
I can't do that anymore
I will cry many tears
When they don't talk to me
I will change to be what they want
I'll fit perfectly to their mould
I'm sorry
I just can't take it anymore
I need people to care
So I'll change
Find a different masque
But you won't leave me
You can't walk away
You'll still stand by me,
Right?
Martin?