We're all shipwrecked on this idea that everything has
to be
eXPLaIneD.
and
if you
can't
see anything
beautiful
about
yourself
get a better mirror
look a little closer
stare a little longer
because there's something inside you
that made you keep trying
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it "they were wrong"
get a better mirror
look a little closer
stare a little longer
because there's something inside you
that made you keep trying
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it "they were wrong"
so broken heart strings bled the blues
as we tried to empty ourselves
so we would feel nothing
don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
that an ingrown life
is something surgeons can cut away
that there’s no way for it to metastasize
it does
as we tried to empty ourselves
so we would feel nothing
don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
that an ingrown life
is something surgeons can cut away
that there’s no way for it to metastasize
it does
if you can't see anything beautiful about
yourself,
get a better mirror,
look a little closer,
stare a little longer.
Because there's something inside you
that made you keep trying despite
everyone who told you quit.
You built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself,
you signed it
"They were wrong!"
Because maybe you didn't belong
to a group or a clique,
maybe they decided to pick you
last at basketball or everything,
maybe you used to bring
bruises and broken teeth to show and tell but never told
Because how can you hold your ground if everyone around you
wants to bury you beneath it?
You have to believe that they were wrong
They have to be wrong,
why else would we still be here?
We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
because we see ourselves in them.
We stem from a root planted in the belief
that we are not what we were called.
We are not abandoned cars stalled out and
sitting empty on some highway.
And if in some way we are,
don't worry.
We only got out to walk and get gas.
We are graduating members from the class of
We made it.
Not the faded echoes of voices crying out
"Names will never hurt me."
Of course, they did.
But our lives will only ever always
continue to be a balancing act,
that has less to do with pain,
and more to do with beauty.
get a better mirror,
look a little closer,
stare a little longer.
Because there's something inside you
that made you keep trying despite
everyone who told you quit.
You built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself,
you signed it
"They were wrong!"
Because maybe you didn't belong
to a group or a clique,
maybe they decided to pick you
last at basketball or everything,
maybe you used to bring
bruises and broken teeth to show and tell but never told
Because how can you hold your ground if everyone around you
wants to bury you beneath it?
You have to believe that they were wrong
They have to be wrong,
why else would we still be here?
We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
because we see ourselves in them.
We stem from a root planted in the belief
that we are not what we were called.
We are not abandoned cars stalled out and
sitting empty on some highway.
And if in some way we are,
don't worry.
We only got out to walk and get gas.
We are graduating members from the class of
We made it.
Not the faded echoes of voices crying out
"Names will never hurt me."
Of course, they did.
But our lives will only ever always
continue to be a balancing act,
that has less to do with pain,
and more to do with beauty.
