I could pick a world up and throw it down
Just to see how the healing starts.

I could pick myself up just to throw myself down.
Just to see the bones bounce with the fragments of the heart.

I could pick the stars like they were flowers
put them in the sun for hours
just to see their light fade.

I could put a mirror to my own face
just to see me look away.

I could say I was okay
just to see their lives go on.

I could say and do a lot things, just to say that I am strong.

But my mouth and arms are bound
frustrated head can only pound against the pavement.

All along I couldn't move
and they define it as behaving.