You throw things at me
You scream, I bleed
By now I'm used to the abuse
I will be scarred, I will bruise
I can't stand, I'm to weak
I don't move, I don't speak
I won't let you see me cry
I don't have much, but I have my pride
To you, I can't do anything right
I can only prepare for our next fight

She was fighting herself
But still wore a smile
Silently screaming for help
She'd been hurting for a while
Did you even notice her
While she was alive
The world was too cruel
She couldn't survive
When she let go
She felt she didn't have a choice
You might've heard her talking
But you never heard her voice

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Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.

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Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.