TumbleDweeeb

Fractured, pieces lie around
When your heart is broken down and scarred
In a moment, I turn cold
The guilt gets passed along from yard to yard

Bare branches pierce the gray
Visions of loss and frozen pain
But when storms rage harder, I grow stronger
You can steal my things, but not my flame
But when storms rage harder, I grow stronger
You can steal my things, but not my flame
You can’t touch my—

Light breaks through the dusty glass
Pull the blinds down nice and fast to block the glow
But someday, I might turn it around
Find another heart that beats like mine below

You tore me up and claimed my spark
Left me hollow in the dark
But when storms rage harder, I grow stronger
You can steal my things, but not my flame
But when storms rage harder, I grow stronger
You can steal my things, but not my flame

But when storms rage harder, I grow stronger
You can steal my things, but not my flame
You can’t touch my—
You can’t touch my—
You can’t touch my fire
You can’t touch my fire
You can’t touch my—

But when storms rage harder, I grow stronger
You can steal my things, but not my flame
When storms rage harder, I grow stronger
You can steal my things, but not my flame