5 February 2013
*Well it's time to start the show Lost my mind and lost my soul* Last night's memory haunts me still The want, the won't, the wait, the will An alley place so dark and deep Holds the secret I will keep It lights a match inside my mind I wait in silence, almost blind Ballet shoes that bleed my toes The fire ignited, its burns and grows Five of them all dressed in black Like shadows waiting to attack Behind the curtain I wait now The scene replaying round and round Walking home late at night They come out to play, not to fight They said they wanted a little fun The wind that whispered I should run Pushed against the wall with might Had no spirit, had no fight His hand runs down my frozen side The others jeer and grin so wide I push the terror out the door I scream so loud it breaks the floor His hand raised to strike me down I grab it, twist it to the ground I prance across the glittered stage I knee his groin, break from my cage I jump and leap and pirouette I punch the guy with no regret I tap and twirl into his arms I scrawl his cheek and leave a scar I lightly dance among the trees I hit the last till I am free I bow for the audience applauding the show I run till I'm home and my Mama does know She tells me to go to see someone who'd help I shake my head and hug myself They've given me the fight, the fire within Not stopping 'till I'm out of this sh*thole I'm in I'll do it better, stronger, more graceful than them all. I'll win One thing I'm certain As they close the curtain I'm not giving in
*Not Giving In by Rudimental ft. John Newman & Alex Clare
Not Giving In • Opuss № I