• what won't kill me
    will make me stronger
    but if I'm dead
    it dosn't matter

    sticks and stones
    will break my bones
    and words will pierce
    into my soul
    like throwing knives
    and irate fights
    in the one place
    I call home

    glass houses only shatter
    rocks can not be blamed
    so throw away
    in a few minutes
    it won't matter
    just little fragments
    of your life
    soaking in your shame

    sticks and stones
    will break my bones
    and words will pierce
    into my soul
    like throwing knives
    and irate fights
    in the one place
    I call home