She was only seventeen,
and forced to blame it on herself,
as she hides a way to tame the pain she feels,
She was thrown into a scene,
a [bad word] man without a will,
And the God that makes mistakes and still pretends,

And I'll be strong
And I will sing
And I will take your pain away

And I'll be strong
And I will sing
And I will take your pain away

She was only trying to breathe,
Her broken nails had sliced his skin,
As he [bad word] her face she fades away again,
When she came to at the scene,
fevered will,
And a match in hand
As she watched the flame
She felt alive again

And I'll be strong
And I will sing
And I will take your pain away

And I'll be strong
And I will sing
And I will take your pain away

Can you feel

Can you feel

Can you feel

Can you feel

And I'll be strong
And I will sing
And I will take your pain away

And I'll be strong
And I will sing
And I will take your pain away

Can you feel

Can you feel

Can you feel

Can you feel