You make for good writing, a story to tell Swore we didn't have a chance, you doomed us to fail And when we think of you we only think of hate And how you always cut us down, too much, too late Turn around, walk away You've got nothing left to say Take a walk around in my shoes Walk around in my Sticks and stones may break my bones But words will never hurt me We make of our lives what we choose Thought you could get even by telling us we suck You suck Would it be wrong to wish you'd get hit by a semi-truck Though we ignore your comments and push them all aside Every spiteful thing you said still hurts us inside But you'll be taking all that back now You'll be wishing that you'd said nothing at all You'll be begging us to grant forgiveness If I were you I wouldn't waste a phone call Turn around, walk away You've got nothing left to say Take a walk around in my shoes Walk around in my Sticks and stones may break my bones But words will never hurt me We make of our lives what we choose