You left me to rot in a dark, cold place
There were cuts on my arm, and tears on my face
I believed every lie that you ever said
And I believed, that I'd be better off dead
But now I know, from talking to my shadow
You were a liar; a thief among the callow

All the cuts and bruises on my heart
I sat there bleeding and falling apart
Waiting under the cold, rainy weather
Looking for someone to stitch me back together
Now that seems so long ago, so very far away
I've come so far, to get where I am today
I let go of the past and embraced the pressure
I've finally stitched myself back together