I'm fighting hard; To remain sweet, Stuck in a sour world, That I'd rather show a middle finger. But my smiles are well rehearsed, My head's been chronically bowed, I've bitten back the pain; Drunken it down as the finest wine... I've begged myself in the dark, All alone; Never again, No more, But as daybreak came... So did it start again... I even tried leaving; Realising no one would wonder; Where I might have gone to... I've choked on your bitter pills, Time and time again. I've closed my eyes; Letting you have your fill... Hoping it would spare the next poor soul... And still I remained sweet... Too sickly sweet... And I've said thank you, When all I should have said was F*ck you. So tell me now... How do I stand tall, How do I reclaim myself? How do I go into the world; Knowing what I know? Shouldn't it have driven me to madness? Shouldn't I be tearing the world apart? As it did me?