Twist and bend until we break, the steadiest hands belong to the beggar
And I’m not sure how much I can take when I put my wings on; my bronze wings.

It plays out in my mind a million different ways, and I wrestle with contempt in my denial.
And I try to find the reason to the loss along the way and I hide my hurt with some form of a smile.

I wish I could say I was over it; I was over you.
I wish I could say I was over it; I was over you.

Give me some time, give me patience. When everything is numb remind me, I am not forsaken.
Give me time, give me reason. When it’s all been stripped away, I’m asking what do I believe in?

I want to be real, this has broken my heart. I don’t want to be crippled or limited by my obsession to carry any burden of loss. It’s like I bury the seed then wait to nurture the cost.
And these wings they are heavy. These nights they are long, and I want to be better and not clouded by bronze.

I don’t want to be bitter; I don’t want to feel rage. I don’t want to despair as my mind hosts a war for resentment and grace

Give me hope when I’m hopeless. God, I can’t see you in this.
Pull me out of the darkness coz I just want to see

I just want to say that I’m over it; that I’m over you. (That I am, I am)
I just want to say that I’m over it; that I’m over you.