Hazel eyes, oil on my skin
And bit lips that bleed red
Stretch marks on hips
And a beauty mark on my left breast

Two feet that are calloused
From walking so far
That I fell of a cliff
To find I was quite small

Feeling for answers
In sound and a rhythm that calls
Cleaning glass windows to see
There is life behind these walls

Breath in my chest
That is strong and secure
Finding my balance
To heal from the hurt

Hazel eyes, oil on my skin
And bit lips that bleed red
Stretch marks on hips
And a beauty mark on my left breast

The scars on my heart
That make me who I am
I'm not really proud
But I'm happy to stand
I'm happy to stand
I'm happy to stand