| Don’t take me for a fool |
| Don’t underestimate |
| My kindness when you’re cruel |
| There’s so much I can take |
| All my battle scars |
| Put me under pressure made me diamond-hard |
| And all these battle scars |
| Might cut you to the core |
| But make you who you are |
| You try to sell me a lie |
| You thought I’d break down and cry |
| But looking back I just smiled |
| Through all your sticks and stones |
| You couldn’t break my bones |
| You try to sell me a lie |
| You thought I’d break down and cry |
| But looking back I just smiled |
| To all your sticks and stones |
| You couldn’t break my bones |
| I’ve crumbled but I’ve learned |
| To grow from all the pain |
| Let every bridge I burn |
| Burn bright to light my way |
| All my battle scars |
| Put me under pressure made me diamond-hard |
| All these battle scars |
| Might cut you to the core |
| But make you who you are |
| You try to sell me a lie |
| You’d thought I’d break down and cry |
| But looking back I just smiled |
| Through all your sticks and stones |
| You couldn’t break my bones |
| (Battle scars made me diamond-hard) |
| (Battle scars made me diamond-hard) |
| (Battle scars, battle scars) |
| You try to sell me a lie |
| You thought I’d break down and cry |
| Well looking back I just smiled |
| Through all your sticks and stones |
| You couldn’t break my bones |
| You try to sell me a lie |
| You thought I’d break down and cry |
| But looking back I just smiled |
| Through all your sticks and stones |
| You couldn’t break my bones |