Grit

You thought you'd call me crying in a hunt for sympathy What's the damage this time? More bruised dignity? I've got news for you, this life's a grind, it'll turn you into dust I'm not being cruel I'm showing you how to pick yourself back up What doesn't kill you is yours to conquer It takes your fragile skin and makes your armor stronger Take your wounded pride and rub a little dirt in it Show 'em what I know you're made of Grit When you fall and scrape your elbows, do you stay down in the dirt? When your heart's a raw nerve, do you wallow in the hurt? Or do you spit the blood out of your mouth and replant your feet Shove your seasoned cast iron heart right back on the heat What doesn't kill you is yours to conquer It takes your fragile skin and makes your armor stronger Take your wounded pride and rub a little dirt in it Show 'em what I know you're made of Grit Of course You're scared Who wouldn't be? Of course It ain't easy Take it from me What doesn't kill you is yours to conquer It takes your fragile skin and makes your armor stronger What doesn't kill you is yours to conquer It takes your fragile skin and makes your armor stronger Take your wounded pride and rub a little dirt in it Show 'em what I know you're made of Grit