Can't you see that it's already rough?
I try, to be tough so I can survive,
But it seems, that it's not enough,
You'll still beat me down, into the ground.
I try, but you don't care,
Cause' you think, that I can tear,
But that's very rare.
If you beat me,
If you break me,
If you hit me,
Or if you kick me,
I won't truly be destroyed,
For my life already feels void.
I will walk on,
Even if I'm stepped on,
Even if I show you my faults,
You can't shake or quake my thoughts,
I can't be caught.
Now, you can see,
My requests, are not pleas,
Their commands, and you'll be damned,
If you fucking cross the line,
By not seeing your crimes.
