I stand but, I am fallen
Broken I mean nothing
Should I listen to these words
or should I stand up stronger
Hate Is all around me
Broken I am falling
Nobody can see how bad words hurt me.
But I will stand when they call me nothing.
I stand but I am falling
We are the fallen broken we are forsaken
I know you hear the same words
That tack away your worth.
But with these broken wings we will stand don't give in to the dream land it will be ok someday
Don't hang your head broken little angel sadden by the world
their words wont take away your worth
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
I stand but, I am fallen
Broken I mean nothing
Should I listen to these words
or should I stand up stronger
Hate Is all around me
Broken I am falling
Nobody can see how bad words hurt me.
But I will stand when they call me nothing.
I stand but I am falling
We are the fallen broken we are forsaken
I know you hear the same words
That tack away your worth.
But with these broken wings we will stand don't give in to the dream land it will be ok someday
Don't hang your head broken little angel sadden by the world
their words wont take away your worth
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