You think you're not the right one at the right time so you burn out like a bright light.

And the truth is you can't hide your battered skin.

Holding on to something that's falling apart is a curse that never will heal.

Your battered skin will reveal reality.

It's never easy to speak your mind when the ground beneath you is built on lies.

You will rise again, this is not the end.

It's just a matter of time before you wake up and live again.

For all those times you been pushed around, darling.

It's not your fault that you feel like your falling down.

If there's a corner in the room you will never be in it.

This is not your demise so don't you dare think of covering your eyes.

Find the path to walk on, rise from the ground that you stand on.

For all those times you been pushed around, darling.

It's not your fault that you feel like your falling down.

If there's a corner in the room you will never be in it.

Don't listen to a word that they say in the night since clearly they don't know all the struggles you fight. And

even when your tongue is made of knots you will never be silenced.

They say you shouldn't bite hands that feeds you but it's the same hand that often beats you.

And when your tongue is made of knots you will never be silenced.