The knife you cut me with
You hold it with pride
But you don’t know how it feels to be proud.
You would still hurt me if you knew
how painful violence is.
You’d slit my throat if you knew you’d get away with it.

Don’t cry, it’s alright.

I hide the pain so well you keep taking more and more.
You don’t have the satisfaction of poking through my soul.
You wouldn’t know the pain.
Cause you know only bliss.
You never held hands and got called out at the streets.

Don’t cry, it’s alright.

I’m proud that I’m still standing.
Tougher on the surface but inside there’s still emotion.
Your devotion to break me penetrates through.
But I’m over listening.
Taking it into my heart.
You may think I’m going to hide
But I’m walking away with pride.