The damage done is unspeakable I am always falling from the wire But I refuse to be monotone And old and bored and just tired And all the sticks and stones, I kept them to build a throne in my mind Never been kicked this way before I swear you stole my breath and slowly crept in Changing my days to shades of Gray Sticks and stones may brake my bones, but I can never get enough of it If it cuts to the bone Maybe I’m the one who did it