Lyric

Thought I’d be the fresh fruit

Like a food sample

Without a bruise

But I’m covered in bruises

I’m looking at the bills now

Hoping all of this is just a scam

Haven’t been to a salon in months

But I’m alright

All I want now is someone I can trust

Somewhere I can call home

And some day I’ll be strong

This is not what I imagined but this is meant to be

I feel it in my bones

Not that fresh anymore

But the taste is guaranteed

These days, your sympathy stings my wounds like antiseptic

Three steps forward, but it feels like four steps back

You taught me how to breathe

But it took me three years to get it right

And I’m not that young anymore

Thought I’d be the fresh fruit

Like a food sample without a bruise

But I’m covered in bruises

All I want now is someone I can trust

Somewhere I can call home

And some day I’ll be strong

This is not what I imagined but this is meant to be

I feel it in my bones

Not that fresh anymore

But the taste is guaranteed

This is the fresh start

I’m covered in bruises

Yeah, I’m still beautiful