I used to believe in sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
But words hurt more than sticks and stones, more than they can see.
Cross my heart, hope to die,
Stick a knife right in my eye.
They've hurt me, scarred me, left me for dead
I'm a damaged soul
Nothing else can be said
I'm torn
And yet so worn
I don't know how to survive
In this mess of a life
I'm drowning in my own tears,
Forced in a water-filled hole,
I can never let go of my fears,
For I am a damaged soul.
