Who knew you’d be hated for being who you are And be a big target for all the insecure There’s a bullseye painted on our chests In the crosshairs of the ignorant But I am not your scapegoat anymore Didn’t forget and you’re not forgiven I won’t forget, I

Stand! Stand! Ooh! Stand! Na na na na na na na na na nah Ooo ooo stand! In the end you'll still be you One that's done all the things you set out to do There's a cross for you to bear Things to go through if you're going anywhere For the things you know