He gets his information from overhearing conversations    He doesn't ask questions,    Doesn't learns many lessons    And he keeps his mouth shut    til it boils over and he blows up    And then he can't form his words right,    they don't fit together so tight    And I hope to God that he will find his name,    and not listen to his so-called friends when they so boldly say,       "This is the way that you are,"    don't let them say,    "This is the way that you are."       She doesn't have much to say about yesterday,    or what happened to her when she was eight    So she drinks a lot and it makes her feel okay for the moment,    but it's gone when she awakes    and I hope you know that someone out there loves you    So don't give yourself away,    and don't listen to them when they say       "This is the way that you are,"    don't let them say,    "This is the way that you are."