Grit Songtext
von Alicia Stockman

You thought you′d call me crying in a hunt for sympathy
What's the damage this time? More bruised dignity?
I′ve got news for you, this life's a grind, it'll turn you into dust
I′m not being cruel I′m showing you how to pick yourself back up

What doesn't kill you is yours to conquer
It takes your fragile skin and makes your armor stronger
Take your wounded pride and rub a little dirt in it
Show ′em what I know you're made of
Grit

When you fall and scrape your elbows, do you stay down in the dirt?
When your heart′s a raw nerve, do you wallow in the hurt?
Or do you spit the blood out of your mouth and replant your feet
Shove your seasoned cast iron heart right back on the heat


What doesn't kill you is yours to conquer
It takes your fragile skin and makes your armor stronger
Take your wounded pride and rub a little dirt in it
Show ′em what I know you're made of
Grit

Of course
You're scared
Who wouldn′t be?
Of course
It ain′t easy
Take it from me

What doesn't kill you is yours to conquer
It takes your fragile skin and makes your armor stronger
What doesn′t kill you is yours to conquer
It takes your fragile skin and makes your armor stronger
Take your wounded pride and rub a little dirt in it
Show 'em what I know you′re made of
Grit