Your words can't hurt me now.

I reminisce all the nights growing up that I spent all alone except the presence of a stomach ache.

Feeling sick to the bone with the thought of the words they would say.

When will these days f**king go away?

Being pushed all around to the ground I grow up feeling nothing but a hole inside.

Because of you being heartless I grow up being friendless and hopeless in a world that second guesses.

You f**king bully.

You f**king prick.

You f**king coward.

You f**king dick.

You left me down and out again.

I had to pick up the pieces.

To mend this broken heart of mine I had to rewind and start again.

You left me down and out again.

I had to pick up the pieces.

To mend this broken heart of mine I had to rewind and start again.

I didn't have the length nor the strength.

I stood out from the crowd.

And f**king vultures circling all around.

I was twelve years old and at a point I remember thinking this is not the way I want my life to be told.

I have faced my demons.

I built me up when you were dragging me down and at the lowest point I saw the shatters of a self-esteem belonging to my broken dream.

F**k you.

You left me down and out again.

I had to pick up the pieces.

To mend this broken heart of mine I had to rewind and start again.

You left me down and out again.

I had to pick up the pieces.

To mend this broken heart of mine I had to rewind and start again.

Because of you being heartless I grow up being friendless and hopeless in a world that second guesses.

I was twelve years old and feeling lifeless.

Your words can't hurt me now.