Beginning

I was born from generations of stoics I was forged from their pain I have been newly torn apart But I'm getting good at standing tall again My tears are like rolled dice Missed once but I shot twice Ash burns but it's smeared on my cheeks now, yeah My heart loves a good hurt Bruised spots like a patchwork Said violence suits me so I made shrapnel my gown Ooh Is it ending or beginning Ooh Lose the message, keep the meaning I am still and always a believer Pushed forward by hope and by grit I have been newly ground to dust But I'm getting good at making an art of it Cause my tears are a fresh brush Meets canvas, a soft touch Masterpieces and disbelievers I collect My heart loves a good hurt A strong shock makes a long burn Played to win but hate to plan what comes next Ooh Is it ending or beginning Ooh Lose the message, keep the meaning Ah, ah ah, ah ah Ah, ah ah, ah ah I was born from every ending and beginning, ooh yeah I have been shedding layers making meaning