I've told myself to smile,
I've told myself stay strong.
I tell myself over and over,
Of how you did me wrong.
It's hard to keep my head up,
Look past the words they say.
I sit down and think to myself,
Who am I to turn away?
Sometimes I believe them,
What if what they say is true?
Am I the monster under my bed?
But maybe she is too.
I'd like to think I'm not alone,
In this painful world called home.
Doesn't she know that words do hurt?
Just like sticks and stones.
Because I'd rather be laying in a hospital bed,
Then live with the pain inside,
Internal pain is so much worse,
Because that's when you fly high.
