You're standing at the door, I'm falling to the floor

I may be crawling over broken glass just to get to you, & I may not be the same as before, but I am still, everything that she's not.

I'm sorry if any of you had expected me to break down & cry.
The last time I let all of you have your way, I hurt a heart needlessly & I had to tear myself apart.
There were so many misunderstandings, & untill now I still don't know where to start.
This time round you'll have to shoot me dead before I'd give up, otherwise I won't walk away without putting up a good fight & giving it my best shot.

Like it or not, this is Stacy, for you.