| If you see the boy I used to be
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| Could you tell him that I’d like to find him?
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| And if you see the shell that’s left of me
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| Could you spare him a little kindness?
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| 'Cause I’ve been high and I’ve been low
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| I’ve spent a thousand nights alone, tryna hold on tight
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| Feelings come but they won’t go
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| Please, won’t someone take me home before I lose my mind?
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| Am I broken? |
| Am I flawed?
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| Do I deserve a shred of worth or am I just another fake, fucked up lost cause?
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| And am I human? |
| Or am I something else?
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| 'Cause I’m so scared and there’s no one there
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| To save me from the nightmare that I call myself
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| I’ve tried everything and anything
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| But nothing seems to work quite like it should
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| Between the madness and the apathy
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| Seems there’s nothing left inside of me that’s good
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| 'Cause I’ve been high and I’ve been low
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| I’ve spent a thousand nights alone, tryna hold on tight
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| And feelings come but they won’t go
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| Please, won’t someone take me home before I lose my mind?
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| Am I broken? |
| Am I flawed?
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| Do I deserve a shred of worth or am I just another fake, fucked up lost cause?
|
| And am I human? |
| Or am I something else?
|
| 'Cause I’m so scared and there’s no one there
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| To save me from the nightmare that I call myself
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| Am I broken? |
| Am I flawed?
|
| Do I deserve a shred of worth or am I just another fake, fucked up lost cause?
|
| And am I human? |
| Or am I something else?
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| 'Cause I’m so scared and there’s no one there
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| To save me from the nightmare that I call myself |