The struggle of being broken
No, not physically
Mentally
When you've been played with
Been dropped
And shattered
Many times before.
The "I'm sorrys" I always fall for
The forgiveness I can't take back
The knife that's still in my back
Five fingers held up, only one
is deserving to be seen by you
One finger, two finger, three finger, four
I ball each one like before
Hold back the tears of being left again
But nobody should know
Because I'm not the one who
Should struggle now
I have to be strong for those around me
Hold up my fist in victory for all to see
Smile on my face
No one can see the fate
Of the girl
With a struggle