Like a cat, a silent stalker, weaving through the trees
Dodging blows and heavy stones that could bring her to her knees
But truth be told, this persons me,
And these are words I'm fighting
I've given up, run out of spots
I've always relied on hiding
I've stood up, I've voiced myself
I've showed them who I am
They can whisper heartless things
But I'm done giving a ****