 Hate it off like I'm the quiet type Act as if I ain't like them But my anxiety a fool to now Will laugh about it later The only way to try to cope with the fact That I can never be just like them Oh well, try not to be just a stickler for details And worry about if the glass is half empty or filled But it didn't matter, I spent the rest of the day Trying to rebuild my security back up again Trying to love myself How to love myself