You were born with a gift and the gift lost its way*
It was battered and bruised by the words people say
So you buried it deep, and remember the day when it left
‘Cause from that day on you were told what you're worth
And you spent half your life being blessed with this curse
‘Til you finally had to decide which is worse
The gifts of your past or the unknown of too many firsts
So cry
‘Til you fill up the bathtub
And when it's all over
Wipe your slate clean
This is your lucky day
This is your lucky day
What you deserve now is a friend to rely on
A sweetness of days and a soft bed to lie on
The scars of your past, have rendered you guilty
And you're still unaware, you deserve to be loved
So cry
‘Til you fill up the bathtub
And when it's all over
Wipe your slate clean
This is your lucky day
This is your lucky day
Some carry their burden, but few realize
With or without it, freedom survives
Don't you dare stop believing your choices won't end
You'll be given the chance to start over again
Cry
As though your life depends on it
When it's all over
Wipe your slate clean
This is your lucky day
This is your saving grace
This is your shot at redemption
This is your getaway car