Intro I break like a crystal cup Into a million little pieces but I pick me up Don’t just stare at me take care of me Don’t let ’em tell ya fucked up isn’t fine There’s like a million kinds of crazy and I kind of like mine I’m not a problem that needs solving And you can’t bleed what’s already bled And if you only knew the shit that rolls around in my head You’d be a little more fragile when handling me You see I heal quickly Do you break me open just to see if I still bleed? Do you break me open just to see what’s underneath? Do you find in the way I never mind that you could never Break me open just you see just you see. You fight like stones and sticks But I’ve never known a cut that I couldn’t fix These bruises make sweet music and You want words but you want me dumb Now you’re playing catch with a loaded gun You can’t tell me how to write this one No take backs it’s already said And if you only knew the shit that rolls around in my head You’d be a little more fragile when handling me You see I heal quickly Do you break me open just to see if I still bleed? Do you break me open just to see what’s underneath? Do you find in the way I never mind that you could never Break me open just you see just you see. You can’t take what’s mine it’s mine You can’t make me silent with violence You shake your finger at me and expect I’ll change I might break like a crystal cup Into a million little pieces but I pick me up Don’t just stare at me take care of me You can’t kill what’s already dead And if you only knew the shit that rolls around in my head You’d be a little more fragile when handling me You see I heal quickly Do you break me open just to see if I still bleed? Do you break me open just to see what’s underneath? Do you find in the way I never mind that you could never Break me open just you see just you see Just you see just you see

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À propos de la chanson

La chanson évoque une lutte intérieure, où l'artiste se sent brisé, mais refuse de se laisser abattre. Elle parle de la fragilité des émotions et de la complexité de son esprit. Elle insiste sur le fait qu'elle est plus forte qu'elle ne paraît, même si les autres peuvent penser le contraire. Il y a une certaine résilience face aux blessures et une affirmation de soi qui transparaît, malgré les doutes et les jugements extérieurs. Le récit s'imprègne d'une tension entre la vulnérabilité et la force, abordant la manière dont on peut être blessé tout en étant capable de se relever. La mélodie et les paroles capturent cette dualité, faisant ressentir cette lutte sans fin qui fait partie intégrante de l'expérience humaine.