How can you expect more of me?
I come from chaos
Brought up in tragedy
How you live depends on how you perceive life
I’m a glass-half-empty-girl.
But I don’t believe that
I don’t believe that
You hurt the ones you love
You live by example, I’m confused
I thought love huts I thought love leaves bruises
But there you go challenging those who told me
There’s a thorn on every rose
But I don’t believe that
I don’t believe that
You hurt the ones you love.