There are so many things that I'd rather talk about being than be.nWhat badges I might earn if courage was not red but green.nBut what's the point of dealing with these things if there's no one to seenAnd pat my head and say I'm great for all the changes I have made.nLeave the boy if it's me you want.nThere's little sense in taking one so youngnAnd I'm sure that I'm old enough to know.nI've often thought that you all hate me.nThough I know it is not truenIt's very hard to shake the feeling and it shows.nI want to know just who I'm kidding when I act the way I donAnd if it's true that all dogs bite dogs no matter whom.nLeave the boy if it's me you want.nThere's little sense in taking one so youngnAnd I'm sure that I'm old enough to know.nRed fangs, red fangs in every smile every facenRed stains on my mane.