There are so many things that have yet to kill me,
But not you, because you cannot kill what you don't understand.
I am more than the ghost you left me.
You don't know me, and you never will.
All these years and I'm doing just fine.
You don't know me, and you never will.
And if you're even listening,
And you thought you'd figured that you did all you can,
Yeah I fucking know it.
This reflection hurts, and I've got the scars to show it.
So take a good fucking look at me.
I have compiled bone from the rubble you left me.
So play it again and again until you're clear.
You're not a man, you're a fucking disgrace.
No tears for when you die.
You're a failure.
There are so many things that have yet to kill me,
But not you, because you cannot kill what you don't understand.
I am more than the ghost you left me.
You don't know me, and you never will.
All these years and I'm doing just fine.
You don't know me, and you never will.
You're less than nothing.
When I think about the child that I might have,
How I could make real all the things that I am,
Not for one second could I see myself leaving.
This is the only responsibility I could ever have.
If I gave breath to another person,
I couldn't bear the thought of not
Guiding their hand through this life.
For I know the feeling of absence, it weighs on my soul,
It constricts me of air.
If I held my child in my arms,
If I held my child in my arms
If I held my child in my arms
I would never, ever let go.
There are so many things that have yet to kill me,
But not you, because you cannot kill what you don't understand.
I am more than the ghost you left me.
You don't know me, and you never will.
All these years and I'm doing just fine.
You don't know me, and you never will.