I speak like the past wasn't real,
I speak like I could never feel.
I speak like I could never be,
I speak to what's left of me.

I am no longer complete,
I can no longer repeat,
My actions of defeat,
Which had brought me to my feet.

My life a rock,
And on my door you had knocked.
My life a ticking clock,
But that timer you had blocked.

What's left of me is bold,
What's left of me is no longer cold.
What's left of me is strong,
What's left of me no longer does wrong,