I've had tough times, and if you insult me or my friends I'll stay and fight. So if you want to share my secrets, you want to tear me down try you're hardest you'll still find me standing tall in the end.
Today she's turning
sixteen
Everyone singing, but she can't
seem to smile
They never get past arms
length
How could they act like everything is
alright?
She's pulling down her long
sleeves
To cover all the memories that scars
leave
She says, "maybe making me
bleed
will be the answer that could wash
the slate clean"