The world I live in
I stare blankly at my reflection in the puddle of my own tears
Thinking to myself, "when will I ever get over my fears"
I scream and shout to the world but only to realize I stood behind a sound proof glass
Invisible to the world, so I lay on the crack floor while they bypass
Kicking around the heart I opened to them
They break me down but I only learn to love
They shoot me down but I only learn to wear their words like a glove
All that they can do is hurt me, well atleast thats what they think
No more shall my bleed leak in bathroom sink
I have healed from my wounds
And now I am standing tall and walking strong because now I am well aware of how much my heart can bear
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