Today, I choose to be broken,
I’ve tried, but I’m tired of fighting alone.
To myself a thousand times I’ve been spoken,
You’re brave, and you’ll wanna pass it all.
But sometimes I’m overwhelmed by my wounds,
And I’m bleeding without them even to ask.
And I’m tired to say, ok now I’m healed,
But in my heart, the pain is deep, concealed.
I’m tired to start all over again.
I’m tired to be broken and hurt.
Sometimes, I’m tired to fight.
But if I fall nine times, I’ll stand up ten.