Break
The scars on your delicate wrist,Tell a story of your past,
From all of the trials that you faced,
And all of the dreams you chased.
When the world knocked you down,
You stood your ground,
Screaming "This is not the end,
I will not break nor bend!'
Society oppresses her mind,
MAking it hard to be herself,
But she will make it through this storm,
For she will not conform.
When the world knocked you down,
You stood your ground,
Screaming "This is not the end,
I will not break nor bend!"
Lets put our middle fingers to the sky,
And give a big "Fuck You!",
For we are, who we are,
And on this planet we will leave a scar!
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