What doesnt kill you makes you stronger….
If I tell the truth does that make me weak?
If I tell the truth does that make you stronger?
I may be crumbling inside and yet I am strong.
The masks, the hard shells and protection, forged over so many years to hide who I am.
They crumble and blow into the wind, like distant dreams that fade into each new day.
Who am I without you? without anyone,
I am not meant to be the ruler of the world, sitting on top of a mountain, proud and untouchable.
You touch me with your caustic words, that reach my heart and set in deep.
The pain is yours not mine, I cant hold the lies anymore.
I know the truth and I set you free…