Текст:
You criticize until I break and I fall
Stained, blood and bruises on my name
It's raining in this empty cup, filling up but only halfway
'Cause I know that I'm not the way you want me
Can you hear me now? (Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
Spilling out
When I say, "Enough is enough, this glass is breaking
Let it fall, cut me up, I'll still be standing"