All they say,
Is that I’m useless,
Nothing more,
Than another grain of sand in the bucket.

Beaten and tortured,
By my own mind,
Ripping and clawing at the chains that bind me,
Tracing every scar.

I know I’ve had it rough,
There’s people who’ve just had it so much worse,
Unable to break the bonds,
That their own heads created.

I know that I’m stronger,
Even sometimes I feel I might break through,
I just have to keep reminding myself that,
“This is not what it is,
Only baby scars.
I need your love,
Like a boy needs his mother's side.”

I know what you told me,
That life gets better,
It always gets better,
Because it can never,
Put me through more than,
I could handle,
“This time I'll make you,
Proud to see me over,
Come on daylight”

As the struggle continues,
The future getting clearer,
Each and every day,
“I believe it's time for me to be famous,
And out of place.
I believe it's time for me to move forward,
When I break through.”
And it’s all thanks to you.