Sticks & Stones

I’m a victim of your pain
But I have no one else to blame but me
There were choices guaranteed
I closed my eyes, and turned the other cheek

Sticks and Stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me so they say
Oh well, yours hurt like hell

You don’t own me – I am free
I’ll take the high road and pray that it takes me
Company loved misery
Until it chose to change the scenery

Sticks and Stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me so they say
Oh well, yours hurt like hell
I’m a fighter on the mend
And I will rise above the world you spin
You fail, I wish you well

I’m letting go of you – I’m letting go of me
I’m letting go of all the things that hold me down emphatically
I’m letting go of time – I’m letting go of space
I’m letting go of all the waste I’ve carried to this place

Sticks and Stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me so they say
Oh well, yours hurt like hell
I’m a fighter to the end
I have rose above the world you spin
You fail, I wish you well