I've got a constant sense
When they attack us
We're on the mend
Instilling doubt in our hearts
A weapon loaded to tear us apart
Our worth
Our potential
Politics disguised as opinion
Our worth
Our potential
An attempt to shame us to submission
Navigate us, stay the course
We're holding onto all of our self-worth
Pushing back against them
Empty all our doubts within it
Our worth
Our potential
Politics disguised as opinion
Our worth
Our potential
An attempt to shame us to submission
Our worth
Our worth
Our worth
I've got a constant sense
We've got a need to defend
Approximations and
When they attack us
We're on the mend
Our Worth is our potential
An attempt to shame us to submission
Our Worth is our potential
An attempt to shame us to submission