Texty: Charlotte Martin. Steel.

The lost and insincere
They think I need to hear
What's in their empty eyes, eyes, eyes

We're few and far between
We've hardly been serene
But stand up to their lies, lies, lies

We are steel
We don't feel anything at all

He took me in his arms
But then he squeezed too hard
He wouldn't let me breathe, breathe, breathe

And it's been too many years
I've hurt too many times
To give up everything, thing, thing

I am steel
I don't feel anything at all
Anything at all

The way I've been confused
The way that I've been used
I spit out on your dime

And still you lead me on
And still you tear me down
And say it's in my mind

Well, I've seen hell and back
I've hidden in the dark
With no one there at all, all, all

I've scraped us back to life
I've laced up both my boots
So try and twist the knife, knife, knife

I am steel, I don't feel

We are steel
We don't feel anything at all
Anything at all, anything at all
Anything at all, anything at all
Anything at all, anything at all