| I can fix my mind |
| I can find my better side |
| I can lift this weight up off me |
| I’ma reach that shade |
| I decide my better days |
| I got the pen to my own story |
| So watch me unfold |
| See my wings |
| I’ll spread 'em so |
| You see the holes but still they hold me |
| I’ll let 'em loose, I’m proud of mine |
| Nothing blooms from apple pie |
| Every wound’s got shades of glory |
| But sometimes it’s a little harder |
| Getting by is a little hard earned |
| At times — that’s living on earth |
| And when life gets a little harder |
| And inside there’s a bit of thunder |
| This the why I’m living under |
| It’s 'cause I say so |
| Today I win |
| In this battle scene I’m in |
| Underneath my skin |
| Because I say so |
| Today I’ll be |
| The type to pull the weeds away |
| From the blues |
| To get blueberries |
| Yeah |
| I free myself |
| From all that I cannot help |
| And all that I cannot change |
| And I’ll see the gifts that come |
| Without sleigh bells |
| At least I’m doing my best |
| I don’t got an «S» on my chest |
| I can feel lesser than less |
| Like I’m too low for the glow of the sunset |
| 'Cause sometimes, God dammit |
| It all sounds like a lie, God dammit |
| I feel taken for a ride, God dammit |
| I gotta say it through the fire I am in: |
| If I can breathe beneath these clothes |
| That’s the victory that’s sewn |
| In the space between my skin and my soul |
| Because I say so |
| Today I win |
| In this battle scene I’m in |
| Underneath my skin |
| Because I say so |
| Today I’ll be |
| The type to pull the weeds away |
| From the blues |
| To get blueberries |