i don’t wanna hear
“what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”
‘cause i’ve found
what doesn’t kill you makes you stranger
but i’m held captive by my desire
to turn this into something “productive”
it will never go away
but over time it might fade
so hit the lights, and let me perform
my “redemption”, my “getting better”
watch me clutch and scrape
to find anything positive to say right now
stone cold, face it down
in the early hours
stone cold sober
rattling breaths in hospital beds
doing handstands on the fine line
between self care and self destruction
but it’s what i need right now
and i’ll put myself back together when i’m done
hit the lights, and let me perform
my “redemption”, my “getting better”
watch me grit my teeth and smile
even when i’m sinking
hear me sing, hear me cry
hear me break, hear me scream
watch me come apart at the seams
as i cross the fine line
so hit the lights, and let me perform
my “redemption”, my “getting better”
watch it get a little too real
and i pretend it never happened