You think your words hurt?
You speak no louder
than the voice in my head
always trying to tell me
everything I lack
Throw your knives
I’ll never see the wounds
between all the scars
already on my skin
It’s a fool’s game
trying to strike at someone
that’s long since seen and heard
all there is
You’ve got no worse a weapon
than the cloud I still live under
I’ve survived far worse
than you could ever wield
Fire away
with every empty barrel
I stand here now and always
a struggle to the end
