My pride will never give you credit where it's due
But I
will save plenty for myself Have I
become so fragile I would break inside
your arms?
I feel most healthy when I'm laid
With one hand tied
behind my back again
I'm never
broken when I fall If I can't be someone of consequence
I'd rather die than have to crawl My pain,
concealed by conceit
I cannot hide
this truth revealed in my lies The
face of rage I cover with a mask of my
design I speak most clearly when I'm screaming
With one hand tied behind my back again I'm never
broken when I fall
If I can't be someone of
consequence I'd rather die than have to crawl
My fear,
forgotten like a child without a home
A name,
stripped bare of everything but shame If I
end up a would-be god deprived of only fame
With
one hand tied behind my back again I'm never
broken when I fall
If I can't be someone of
consequence I'd rather die than have to crawl
I'd rather die than have to crawl I'd rather die than have to crawl