"What's your age?"   Says the man in the suit,   Thinking he knows all,   Believes he's cool,   That's what he thinks.   A girl my age,   Doesn't understand the world—   At least that's what he thinks...   ... I think.      Oh, I, I need to break free,   From all of these thoughts inside.   I have to stop the worries in my head,   Leave my doubts all unsaid,   And be who I wanna be.   No need to be insecure no more,   I just gotta walk through that door,   And wonder of free to be me.      "She's so vain,"   Is what she whispers to her friend,   When I pass her sitting at the bar.   "Must think she's all that,   'Cause she's a little bit famous,   Probably thinks she's hot,"   She tells her friend...   ... I think.      Oh, I, I need to break free,   From all of these thoughts inside.   I have to stop the worries in my head,   Leave my doubts all unsaid,   And be who I wanna be.   No need to be insecure no more,   I just gotta walk through that door,   And wonder of free to be me.      Close my eyes,   And I hear those buzzing whispers surround me.   Judging me.   Talking about me.   I wanna be totally free.   Free of guessing what they said,   Or what they might think about me.      Oh, I, I need to break free,   From all of these thoughts inside.   I have to stop the worries in my head,   Leave my doubts all unsaid,   And be who I wanna be.   No need to be insecure no more,   I just gotta walk through that door,   And wonder of free to be me.