I Know What They Call Me,
When I Walk Out Of The Room.
I Know What They Think Of Me,
When I Walk By.

I Know,
And It Hurts More That Wounds Ever Will.
But It’s Not True.
I Have Feelings,
Though Heavily Gaurded.
I Have A Heart,
Locked Up Deep Inside.
I May Not Show It,
But I Hurt Just Like You.
I’m Not What You Think I Am,
I’m Anything But.
I Will Show You,
Who I Really Am.
Anything But,
An Ice-Queen.