Sticks & Stones

I'm a victim of your pain But I have no one else to blame but me Oh, no There were choices guaranteed I closed my eyes and turned the other cheek The other cheek Sticks and stones may break my bones But words will never hurt me, so they say Oh well, yours hurt like hell They hurt like hell You don't own me! I am free I'll take the high road and pray that it takes me Oh, it takes me Company loved misery Until it chose to change the scenery Oh, the scenery Sticks and stones may break my bones But words will never hurt me, so they say Oh well, yours hurt like hell I'm a fighter on the mend and I will rise above the world you spin You fail, I wish you well I wish you well I'm letting go of you - I'm letting go of me I'm letting go of all the things that hold me down emphatically I'm letting go of time - I'm letting go of space I'm letting go of all the waste I've carried to this place Sticks and stones may break my bones But words will never hurt me, so they say Oh well, yours hurt like hell I'm a fighter on the mend and I will rise above the world you spin You fail, I wish you well I wish you well (x3)