I close my eyes
and I hear your voice
like nails on a chalkboard
sending chills to my spine.
I try to block you out,
but you proceed to drive,
to break me down,
just to watch me cry.
I look in the mirror,
I see your criticizing eye,
your ever-knowing smile,
exaggerating every flaw, every mistake,
every imperfection I try to fake.
But as I shy away to cry,
you say pick yourself up and fly,
c'mon it's worth a try.
But how can I fly
when you're holding me down?
You're breaking my wings
you won't let me fly.
You say give it a try
but I can't.
You proceed to drive,
to break me down,
just to watch me cry...
This time is different.
This time I won't cry.
I'll look in the mirror,
still see your criticizing eye,
but now I realize
it's not you I'm trying to impress,
I'm not living like this.
For you, I could care less.
So I'll face you with pride,
take your crticism in stride.
But no way will I let another ttear
fall from this eye.
I won't break down and cry.
You may try
with your condescending lies,
your pathetic tries.
But I won't let myself
break down
just to let you watch me die...
