your words cut like knives through my chest
I get it! so no need to waste your breath
I must have done something wrong
best bruises are the ones that MAKE US STRONG
these are the scars no one can see

from wounds that never bleed
but where there’s a will there’s a way
even if it seems we’re worlds away
you said you're fed up
I won’t crawl again

everything’s breaking in silence
I wonder what the fuck you want from me
I’m playing my role the best I can
wish I could say you’re doing the same
you left without saying goodbye

if only we could return to where we started
I tell myself that “it’s ok, you’re gone... and it’s just another day!”
you said, you’re fed up
I WON’T CRAWL AGAIN

passed days I’ve been in the gutter
I WON’T CRAWL AGAIN

it’s my healing process of recovery
I WON’T CRAWL AGAIN

best bruises are the ones that make me think
I WON’T CRAWL AGAIN

I need to learn or I’ll fall for anything
your words cut like razorblades through my chest
I get it! so no need to waste your breath

I must have done something wrong
(you treat me like shit)
best bruises are the ones that MAKE US STRONG