It stands firm and strong
The guard is up
You can't hurt me
Fire your bullets and miss
You can't hit me
Because it is paper thin
Only I know
How to tear myself apart with sin
The vicious cycle
A spinning saw blade I cut myself with
The damage I've wrought
Is the damage I've brought
Unto me
I'll bleed my flaws out
With curses from my mouth
For all to hear
World, take your cold hands off my throat
But I open my eyes
And I see these hands are my own
God give me the strength
To release myself from me
It is all I've known
A standard set too high
Failing every time I try
I want to be like You
I'm too blind to see
You love me too
Why can't I follow suit?
This punishment is waste
This malice leaves a bitter taste
This punishment is waste
This shame, this pity I will erase
No more self-infliction
No more mental incision
No longer will the scars say
You did this and it is here to stay
No more days
No more nights
Forgive always
No more fights
This hate dies today
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