| Thicker skin, I’ve got to get me some thicker skin
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| I’ve been too long in the skin I’m in
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| It’s far too thin, it’s wearing out
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| I’m made of dandelion fluff
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| Blow me over with just one puff
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| But down inside, there is stronger stuff
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| If I dig enough
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| I’ll root it out
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| Cause I bruise too easy
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| And I heal too slow
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| And I wish I didn’t know half the things I know
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| But it’s time to face the demons
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| And stop laying in the street
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| It’s time to stand up on my own two feet
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| Stainless steel, I want a backbone of stainless steel
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| That holds, regardless of how I feel
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| It will not yield
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| It will not falter
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| Cause I bruise too easy
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| And I heal too slow
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| And I wish I didn’t know half the things I know
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| But it’s time to face the demons
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| And stop laying in the street
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| It’s time to stand up on my own two feet
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| Ouooh
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| I could drown here in a pool of my own pity
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| Submerged in loathing and regret
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| Or I could grit my teeth and come up swinging
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| And see if there’s some fight left in me yet
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| Cause I bruise too easy
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| And I heal too slow
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| And I wish I didn’t know half the things I know |
| But it’s time to face the demons
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| And stop laying in the street
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| It’s time to stand up on my own two feet
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| On my own two feet
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| On my own two feet
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| On my own two feet
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| On my own two feet
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| Oooooooh it’s time to stand up on my own two feet |