Sticks and Stones

I am pretty self-explanatory
No there's not another story
No plot twists or surprises here

What you see is what is there
I've got nothing else prepared
Can't make anybody care

And I may break my own bones
Or cut myself in two
But I'll regenerate
Like I always do
Like I always do

I'm undone, I am an open book
I want to be understood
No fine print to overlook

What you see is what I am
No, this isn't any scam
Can't make people give a damn

And I may break my own bones
Throw myself into the blue
But I'll breathe air again
Like I always do

I'm claiming all my sorrow as my own
I'm drawing lines in the sand
I'll see the world tomorrow
But until then I'll relearn how to stand
To stand

And the wind blows me away
I've got nothing else to say
Not made of bricks, I'm made of sticks and stones
And there may be space to fill
But everybody knows
That I'll come back again
Like I always do
Like I always do
Like I always do
Like I always do
Like I, like I always do
Like I always, always do
Like I always, always, always do