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 we 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

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

The way I've been confused
The way that I've been used
And spit out on your dime
And still you lead me on
And still you take 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 anything at all
We are steel
We don't feel anything at all
We don't feel anything at all
Anything at all
Anything at all?