Dust under the rug

Why you gotta act so bad?

When being nice is so tough

I guess the flesh you're cut from

Was dust under the rug

Swept away, forgotten, never given love

Now you're passing down the pain like its in your blood

Cycle keeps repeating, again and again

Built your walls so high, there's no communication

You wear your scars like armor on your chest

But kindness takes more courage than the rest

Easy to be cold when the world's been cruel to you

But breaking chains takes strength you never knew

Why you gotta act so bad?

When being nice is so tough

I guess the flesh you're cut from

Was dust under the rug

Hidden in the shadows where nobody looks

Your story never made it to the books

But hurt people hurt people, that's the truth we know

Still you got a choice in how you let it show

Could've been different if somebody cared

If someone saw the weight that you've been forced to bear

But you can't give what you never received

So you push away everyone who believed

In the person underneath the pain

The one who's dancing in the acid rain

Trying to wash away the stains of yesterday

But the past won't let you walk away

Why you gotta act so bad?

When being nice is so tough

I guess the flesh you're cut from

Was dust under the rug

Maybe one day you'll see

That you don't have to be

The product of neglect

You can choose to redirect

Dust under the rug, swept out of sight

Nobody taught you wrong from right

But you're still here, you're still breathing

Maybe it's time to start believing

That you're more than what they made you

More than all the pain they gave you

Break the cycle, change the pattern

Before your heart becomes the shattered

Why you gotta act so bad?

When being nice is so tough

I guess the flesh you're cut from

Was dust under the rug

But dust can settle into something new

The choice is always up to you

Will you rise or will you stay

Buried in yesterday?

Dust under the rug

That's where you came from

But that's not where you belong

You can rewrite the song

Every scar can teach you how to heal

Every wound reminds you what is real

The dust can rise and catch the light

Turn the darkness into something bright

You don't have to carry what they left behind

You don't have to be the victim of their crimes

The flesh you're cut from doesn't define your soul

You can take the broken pieces, make them whole