With tear stains on her eyes
From the places she's wandered
And the shame she can't hide
She says, "How did I get here?
I'm not who I once was.
And I'm crippled by the fear
That I've fallen too far to love"
But don't you know who you are,
What's been done for you?
Yeah don't you know who you are?
You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You've been remade.
Well she tries to believe it
That she's been given new life
But she can't shake the feeling
That it's not true tonight
She knows all the answers
And she's rehearsed all the lines
And so she'll try to do better
But then she's too weak to try
But don't you know who you are?
You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You've been remade.
You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You've been remade.
'Cause this is not about what you've done,
But what's been done for you.
This is not about where you've been,
But where your brokenness brings you to
This is not about what you feel,
But what He felt to forgive you,
And what He felt to make you loved.
You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You've been remade.
You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You've been remade.
You've been remade
You've been remade.
You've been remade.
You've been remade.
Yeah, that's my song. Or one of my songs. I've done all of this. Watch the video, people carry so much more than they're going to tell you. You think guys are the only one's who keep in their emotions. There's things no one knows about me. I've done things I wish I never did, said things that never should've been said, thought things that hurt me, but it doesn't define me.
I was that girl in the corner. I don't know how I got here, why I'm here. None of this makes any sense to me. I used to be this carefree girl who never wore the color pink and sang Someday my prince will come in my backyard. I didn't think people could be mean, and I never thought my dad could be so heartless. Now I'm this girl who was hospitalized for suicide. I've let myself self destruct from the inside out. I know what people can do, I've been there. My dad isn't Superman like I thought he was. I watched superman fly away, and he's not coming back.
I would stand in front of my mirror and after I ripped myself up over my flaws, I would practice what I would tell people when they asked me what I ate or how I was. I've told more people that I was doing good or I was okay than I actually have been. I've cried myself to sleep because I didn't think my life was going anywhere but down.
I am more than the choices that I've made. I'm more than the sum of my past mistakes. And I am more than the problems I create. Or that I fall into.
It's hard to believe I'm more, but it's true. I guess it's one of those things where I know that it's true, but I don't believe it. I wish I did. I wish I believed people when they told me I was pretty. I wish I believed my dad could change. I wish I believed my life is going to get better. I really wish I could.
Sure, I'm screwed up. Honestly, that's the easiest way to put it. I've got more scars than I ever thought I could have. I carry around things I never would've imagined. I've done things that I never thought I would do. It changed me and I would go back and make it stop if I could. But I can't. I can't fade the scars or ignore the past. Yes, I could move on. But sometimes it's just too hard to move on. If you move on completely, then you'll forget your past which is a part of you. If I like it or not...
