You don't have to make your pain smaller,
To fit inside someone else's box of normal,
What happened to you happened,
And effected you how it did,
And you don't have to be a ray of sunshine,
When all you wanna do is cry,
Because someone broke you down into pieces,
And you're trying to clot the wound until it heals,
But baby I gotta let you know it's never gonna be the same,
And I hate to say this too, but that's okay,
Because you're no long the fragile glass figurine,
Who wrote about butterflies in poetry books under the moon's light,
But maybe that's never who you were meant to be,
Because now you're harder and less naive,

Yeah, someone took advantage of your trust baby girl,
And I get that it hurts, sometimes it's a cruel world,
But you gotta dust yourself off and keep marching on,
Even when your shoes and the soles of your feet are long past gone,

Because you're a soldier of your pain,
Forged through the fire of those days,
When someone told you, you were less than dirt,
Took away your innocent veneer and made you hurt,
But now you're just a little less likely to trust,
And maybe that's okay, because you've been hurt enough,
By people who like to put in your back, the sharpest knives,
With a sweet facade and twinkle in their eyes,
You weren't the only one they fooled,
So don't feel too much like a tool,
Even though I know you feel twisted and used,
Because of everything they did to you,
But you can come back from this,
Just put up your fists,
And kick that memory in the ***,
Leave it where it belongs, in the past,

Yeah, someone took advantage of your trust baby girl,
And I get that it hurts, sometimes it's a cruel world,
But you gotta dust yourself off and keep marching on,
Even when your shoes and the soles of your feet are long past gone.