How I feel ≠ who I am.

You’re taking my tangles
One by one, knot by knot, thread by thread
And somehow, slowly, steady and sure
They’re coming undone in Your hands

I thought it would scare You
To see me so twisted
I thought it would scare You
To see me so torn

But You didn’t run and You didn’t hide
You’re still here and You’re still tender, faithful and kind

You’re taking my tangles
One by one, knot by knot, thread by thread
And somehow, slowly, steady and sure
They’re coming undone in Your hands


I’m coming undone in Your hands

She wears her scars like trophies
She isn’t scared to say that she’s been to war

She doesn’t fear the dawn
She doesn’t fear the thought of something new

Sink or swim, sink or swim
It’s all the same for the brave

Sink or swim, sink or swim
It’s all the same when you're not afriad

I play make believe so often and so well
That my own skin feels unfamiliar
This face is a stranger in the mirror
I know this mask better than the face I call my own