Looking back on the things that found me
Places that I'd never choose
The same things that both haunt and heal
My demons and my muse

We are [bad word] and created
We are melted and made
We are broken and built up, in the very same way
What I thought I could handle
What I thought I could take
What I thought would destroy me leaves me stronger in its wake

There are times that I'd underestimated
Both the grief and goodness found in something new
Where one thing dies, something else can be created
Though its [bad word] you find, its innocence you lose

We are [bad word] and created
We are melted and made
We are broken and built up, in the very same way
What I thought I could handle
What I thought I could take
What I thought would destroy me leaves me stronger in its wake

I'm not the "me" that I started with
My friends say my eyes are brighter
I'm not the "me" that I started with
I'm freer, and I'm wiser, and I'm stronger

We are [bad word] and created
We are melted and made
We are broken and built up, in the very same way
What I thought I could handle
What I thought I could take
What I thought would destroy me leaves me stronger in its wake

It leaves me stronger