The damage done is unspeakable

I am always falling from the wire

But I refuse to be monotone

And old and bored and just tired

And all the sticks and stones, I kept them to build a throne in my mind

Never been kicked this way before

I swear you stole my breath and slowly crept in

Changing my days to shades of Gray

Sticks and stones may brake my bones, but I can never get enough of it

If it cuts to the bone

Maybe I’m the one who did it