Small

Do you feel big when you're tearing people down? Do you feel better when they're lying on the ground? Do you love the rumor mill? Do you love to call them names? Are you powerful when you get to shift the blame? Talk, talk, talk about mistakes your friends have made Talk, talk all about how different you'd behave Always a victim, just caught in the middle You talk so much, but you say so little Do you feel big and better than it all Or do you just feel small? O-oh Are you tippy-top when you get your turn to talk? Do you feel better when your friends all laugh and nod About that blonde that went and got all the things you thought you want Preaching, "I'm not jealous. I'm just saying: The boy she's got, I should be dating"? Always a victim, just caught in the middle You talk so much, but you say so little Do you feel big and better than it all Or do you just feel small? O-oh, o-oh I was told that nice girls They don;t make history But what I see is mean girls They sure make misery Always a victim, just caught in the middle You talk so much, but you say so little Do you feel big and better than it all Or do you just feel small? O-oh, o-oh