I have been to the bottom
and I, I have been to the top.
I have seen others fallen
and I, I have seen people stop.

We find our feet again,
stand up tall my friend.
Don't give up, try again.
Yes. Let's look back on times,
not as an alibi,
but as the way we get by.

When I was just a girl,
well I learned the way of the world
and it hurt.

I fell and scraped my knee
and I watched the blood run out of me
out of me.

And with these battle wounds
of bruises painted black and blue
I will heal.

So stitch me up
and wash me clean
this is real.

Now she's a grown up girl
in this grown up world
as she twists and twirls
through all that she has ever lived for
and is living for the life unsure.

But it's the circle of life
that teaches me right
and keeps all the melodies alive.

While carrying high
the mendings of flight
that move me through day and the night.

'Cause to live is to learn.
We crash and we burn.
But I'm still, take'n my turn 'cause
to live is to learn.

(To live. To learn. To live. To learn)

When I was just a girl,
well I learned the way of the world
and it hurt.

I fell and scraped my knee
and I watched the blood run out of me
out of me.

And with these battle wounds
of bruises painted black and blue
I will heal.

So stitch me up
and wash me clean
this is real.

To live is to learn.
We crash and we burn.
But I'm still, take'n my turn 'cause
to live is to learn.

(To live. To learn. To live. To learn.)

(Just a girl. Way of the world. Scrape my knee. Out of me.)
(Just a girl. Way of the world. Scrape my knee. Out of me.)

When I was just a girl,
well I learned the way of the world
and it hurt.

I fell and scraped my knee
and I watched the blood run out of me
out of me.

And with these battle wounds
of bruises painted black and blue
I will heal.

So stitch me up
and wash me clean
this is real.