sticks + stones

sticks + stones - Nicola Roberts

Couldn't you tell lies to me

Couldn't you say I'm pretty

Now that's enough

Tells me that she hates the playground

How can they hurt words are just sounds

So take your shot

I don't want them to see that they're making it hard for me

At home I cry

Bet that you think that you're on your own

And you've no one's hand to hold

Sticks and stones

Hurt just a little

Wouldn't it be wrong if we're all the same

Don't surrender don't you change

Sticks and stones

Hurt just a little

Hurt just a little

With all the mean words they're ugly

Starting to see I'm lucky

And that's enough

I'd rather be alone in my world

I'd rather be the girl that gets hurt

So take your shot

I don't want them to see that they're making it hard for me

At home I cry

Bet that you think that you're on your own

And you've no one's hand to hold

Sticks and stones

Hurt just a little

Wouldn't it be wrong if we're all the same

Don't surrender don't you change

Sticks and stones

Hurt just a little

Too young to buy my own bottle of vodka

So I'd beg the driver please I need another

How funny that I was too young for so many things

Yet you thought I'd cope with being told I'm ugly

Over and over I'd read it believe it

Said no to the shrink I can fix me I think

I got friends in my head they've got me on the mend

I am pretty in my mirror easy to pretend

17 and thought that I'd won the jackpot

Seems I didn't read between the lines of this one

I can't think why I could've made you so so angry

Your bullets I don't feel them come on and fire at me

Bet that you think that you're on your own

And you've no one's hand to hold

Sticks and stones

Hurt just a little

Wouldn't it be wrong if we're all the same

Don't surrender don't you change

Sticks and stones

Hurt just a little

Hurt just a little