They speak so bad of the dreamers.
Artists are criticized for their art.
They tell me to act my age.
I never did; so why start?

I don’t need a ladder.
I’ll swing to the stars from my rope.
I don’t need anyone’s approval.
I got me a bottle of hope.

What is wrong in being happy?
Now a days it’s such a crime.
They cut off the rungs of my ladder.
They hate it when they see me climb.

I don’t need a ladder.
I’ll swing to the stars from my rope.
I don’t need anyone’s approval.
I got me a bottle of hope.

I don’t conform to people’s standards.
As a result, I lost many a friend.
I’m looking out for my own happiness.
I’m so tired of having to pretend.