What
if I'm honest?
About all the marks painted over my skin
What if I'm too weak?
I pull myself up so I don't sink in
I've been crying but it won't solve anything
But it's the only thing that I know
Should I even ask the question?
What if I'm worth it?
It's like I'm underwater
Out of oxygen
Maybe all the pain will help me breathe again
I was walking on a tightrope Trying not to fall down
When I hit the ground I lied that I was worth it
And I'll breathe
again
Let me be honest
So I can get past the marks on my skin Let me be weak
So I can be strong enough to hold on
I've been crying but it won't solve anything
But it's the only thing that I know Should I even ask the question?
What if I'm worth it?
It's like I'm underwater Out of oxygen
Maybe all the pain will help me breathe again
And I'll breathe again