| Some days, I Iook in the mirror and I think
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| The meanest things, all the meanest things
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| Some days, I’m holding my self-worth up
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| By a string, a string
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| But every day that I don’t hide myself away
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| To me, is a tiny victory
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| Some days, it feels like a wrecking ball swinging
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| Through my ribcage, my ribcage
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| Some nights I’m just a million broken pieces singin'
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| On a stage
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| I’m a little more broken open, but a little more free
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| And that’s a tiny victory
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| And if battles can win a war
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| I can keep picking my sword up off the floor
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| And learn to treasure these
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| Tiny victories, tiny victories
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| Some days, givin' up on myself looks so
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| So easy to do, it’s so easy to do
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| The struggle is slow, I’m barely movin' the needle
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| And it cracks beneath you, but there’s light coming through
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| And if battles can win a war
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| I can keep picking my sword up off the floor
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| And learn to treasure these
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| Tiny victories, tiny victories
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| Tiny victories, tiny victories
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| Every day that I don’t hide myself away
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| Every day that I don’t hide myself away
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| To me, is a tiny victory |