On days when the cranes in the clouds
Construct buildings upon my chest
My strength is not tested
But broken
For even cranes and foundations will break
And as much as I convince myself
That I can withhold their weight
I will still get crushed
I am sick of being strong
I am weaker than ever from being strong
I want peace and protection
Not chaos and destruction
I am sick of being strong
I am weaker than ever from being strong
For the cranes have crushed
Every bone in my body
Time and time again