Would you like to believe you've hurt me
Would like to think you've caused my fall
But the truth of the matter, is that its mind over matter
And you don’t really matter at all

Would you like to believe that you stole my happy
When you tried to wrench the joy from my core
But laughter is loving, and loving is living
And you don’t live in my laugh anymore

Would you like to believe that my wounds are eternal
Would you like me to concede
Well my blood is thick and if you shed another drop
My blood will make yours bleed

Would you like to think you've won
When your eyes don’t meet mine when we speak
But talk is just talk and I'm done talking
Because without a walk, words are weak