For Sticks & Stones

 "Well, you can go ahead & die then"

 
Anyone who says words never hurt didn’t ever feel the sting of hateful words from someone you truly love. There’s something about being told shattering things from those close to your heart that destroys your soul.
 
The damage done to me by nearly being raped at 12 years old didn’t hurt this bad. Getting told I was a whore over & over for years by my sister’s father barely made me flinch. He was never my stepfather, ever. His insults couldn’t hurt ’cause he never meant anything to me. Yes, his words still echo in my head today & they made me the angry, vindictive girl that I became but they NEVER broke me. 
 
This, this is too much. I don’t think I can survive the pain this time.
 

 
Couldn’t you tell lies to me,
Couldn’t you say i’m pretty,
Now that’s enough.
Tells me that she hates the playground,
How can they hurt words are just sounds,
So take your shot.
 
I don’t want them to see they’re making it hard for me,
At home I cry,
I bet that you think you’re on your own,
And you’ve no ones hand to hold,
Sticks and stones hurt just a little,
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Don’t surrender don’t you change,
Sticks and stones hurt just a little,
They hurt just a little.
 
With all the mean words they’re ugly,
I’m starting to see i’m lucky,
And that’s enough,
I’d rather be alone in my world,
I’d rather be the girl that gets hurt,
So take your shot.
 
I don’t want them to see they’re making it hard for me,
At home I cry,
Bet that you think you’re on your own,
And you’ve no ones hand to hold,
Sticks and Stones hurt just a little,
Wouldn’t it be wrong if we’re all the same,
Don’t surrender don’t you change,
Sticks and stones hurt just a little.
 
Too young to buy my own bottle of vodka,
So I begged the driver please I need another,
How funny I was too young for so many things 
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Over and over I’d read it, believe it
Say no to the shrink I can fix me I think,
I’ve got friends in my head,
They’ve got me on the mend,
I am pretty in my mirror, easy to pretend
Seventeen and thought I’d won the jackpot,
Seems I didn’t read between the lines of this one,
I can’t think why I could of made you so, so angry
Your bullets I don’t feel them come & fire at me
 
Bet that you think you’re on your own,
And you’ve no ones hand to hold,
Sticks and Stones hurt just a little,
Wouldn’t it be wrong if we’re all the same,
Don’t surrender don’t you change,
Sticks and stones hurt just a little,
Hurt just a little.