Maybe I'm a bitch and maybe I'm naive

Maybe everything I do is like putting sand through a sieve.

Maybe I'm just dumb and maybe I'm immature

Maybe one day you'll realize that words have no cure.

I'm the one who is wrong even before I've stated my point.

I won't pretend I'm strong because I'm week in the joints

I'm told I'm a failure, I'm told I can't succeed

Someday you'll understand, words don't have a remedy

Every thing is my fault. I'm the one to blame

Every thing is different because they are the same

Every good quality of mine is forgotten, every bad is picked

Sometime you'll see that a word's damage cannot be fixed.

I could kill myself right now, could hold a gun to my head

I have to convince myself that I'm not better off dead

Because I don't want to be one that words have killed

I want to remind you that you cannot get back the water you spilled.

Some days are hard enough to endure

Sometimes you feel so unsure

You can do much worse than injure

Just remember, words have no cure.