Somedays I Iook in the mirror and I think The meanest things, all the meanest things Somedays I’m holding my self-worth up By a string, a string
But every day that I don’t hide myself away To me, is a tiny victory
Some days it feels like a wreckin’ ball swinging Through my ribcage, my ribcage Some nights I’m just a million broken pieces Singing on a stage
I’m little more broken open but a little more free And that’s a tiny victory
And if battles can win a war I can keep pickin’ my sword up off the floor And learn to treasure these Tiny victories Tiny victories
Some days givin’ up on myself looks so So easy to do, it’s so easy to do The struggle is slow, I’m barely movin’ the needle And the cracks may be few But there’s light coming through
And if battles can win a war I can keep pickin’ my sword up off the floor And learn to treasure these Tiny victories Tiny victories Tiny victories Tiny victories
Every day that I don’t hide myself away Every day that I don’t hide myself away To me, is a tiny victory