Froo-oo-oo-oot. Lalalalalala. Ju-u-u-uice. Lalalalalala. . I've seen seasons come and go. From winter sun to summer snow. This ain't my first time at the rodeo.
Sometimes I think I'm not as strong. But there's a force that carries me on. Sick of my small heart, made of steel. Sick of the wounds that never heal (never heal).
I lived a lot of different lives. Been different people many times. I lived my life in bitterness. And filled my heart with emptiness. . Now I see, I see it for the first time.