The windows of my soul
are made of one way glass
don't bother looking into my eyes
if there's something you want to know,
just ask
I got a dead bolt stroll
where I'm going is clear
I won't wait for you to wonder
I'll just tell you why I'm here
'cause I know the biggest crime
is just to throw up your hands
say
this has nothing to do with me
I just want to live as comfortably as I can
you got to look outside your eyes
you got to think outside your brain
you got to walk outside you life
to where the neighborhood changes
tell me who is your boogieman
that's who I will be
you don't have to like me for who I am
but we'll see what you're made of
by what you make of me
I think that it's absurd
that you think I
am the derelict daughter
I fight fire with words
words are hotter than flames
words are wetter than water
I got friends all over this country
I got friends in other countries too
I got friends I haven't met yet
I got friends I never knew
I got lovers whose eyes
I've only seen at a glance
I got strangers for great grandchildren
I got strangers for ancestors
I was a long time coming
I'll be a long time gone
you've got your whole life to do something
and that's not very long
so why don't you give me a call
when you're willing to fight
for what you think is real
for what you think is rightWhat makes me think that it'll all work out in the end
Afraid to feel bad, better off to try and pretend
I'm immortal, immune to all that is wrong
Just keep on wishing, crossing my fingers so long
Is this helping, I'm growing weaker each day
Can't stop whining, still afraid of what I might say
Or reactions that control us one and all
It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive
So now I'm bleeding, on myself yes once again
Seems I trusted another deceitful friend,
My fault should've known the deal
Keep your friends close, but your enemy's closer for real
Seems easy, but nothing could be so hard
Trying to guess life's dealing what's the next card
I'm surely folding, I don't like this hand at all
It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive
Maybe things happen for a reason, and where in lies the answer
To overcome the grieving, of life's unruly lessons
I'm handed in succession, it builds my pain which makes me strong
It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive
It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive
It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive
And you will survive,
And I will survive,
And we will survive.