Children of the wreckage, children of the pain:
Come together and take a look at the world we have slain.
All of us that have been abused,
And the rest of us that have been misused.
Take a stand and fight for your given rights.
Take a stand and fight for your fucking life.
You look at me, and what do you see?
A smile, a laugh, fucking clean clothes on me?
What you don't understand
Is the blood on my hands,
From Him number two with his hands on my throat,
And Him number three with his hands down my coat.
Every punch, every touch, made me want to cry longer.
But every punch, every touch, just fucking made me stronger.
My body you can have, but it's this soul I contain that is mine.
You think I'm just another kid, but I will fucking fight until I die.