They tell you you're not good enough.
Not good enough for Broadway.
Not good enough for Harvard.
Not good enough to love.

They say you'll never make it.
Never make it as a star.
Never make it to college
Never make it in life.

They call you worthless
Call you obese
Call you obscene
Call you inadequate.

They hope for your downfall
Hope for your decimation
Hope for your defeat
Hope for your death.

What do they know?

I'm good enough for Broadway
I'll do Barbara Streisand justice.
I'm good enough for Harvard
The Oval Office is calling my name.
I'm good enough for love
My soulmate is on the horizon.

I'll make it
I'll make it as a star
Sipping champagne with Angelina Jolie.
I'll make it to college
On the honor roll of Yale and USC.
I'll make it in life
You'll see.

I am not worthless
I am not obese
I am not obscene
I am not inadequate
I am me
And that's okay.

Let them hope for my downfall
They'll all be bowing at my feet
One day.
Let them hope for my decimation
They'll be the only ones
With lives astray

What do they know?