| Purpose, isn’t found in my broken hands or my selfishness
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| Everything they have told me has broken my spirit
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| And it has left me, without a plan or a purpose for this life that i am meant
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| to lead
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| I’m a broken man, I find no purpose in these hands, I can’t build anything for
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| myself
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| They have left me, with no guideline or outline of what or who I am meant to be
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| Everythings unclear (everything that I see here), so tell me what,
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| what do you expect from me?
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| Im just a broken man, gripping to life with a broken hand
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| I wish, I had the strength to live a life, a life free of regret
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| All these thoughts running through my head, in my own strength, I think i’d
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| just wind up dead
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| Lend me a helping hand, someone teach me to be a better man
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| It’s like i’ve heard it all before. |
| Give me a reason to breath or I won’t breath
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| at all
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| Living through all this pain, living amongst this hate, I can’t bear another day
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| What could I do, what could I say, that could make this pain go away
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| What could I do, what could I say, I can’t bear another day, and it’s eating me
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| away
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| I am alone and cold, hopeless and broken and wretched with no place to go
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| I am alone and cold, in desperate need of a purpose and a chance of hope
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| I wish, I had the strength to live a life, a life, full of hope
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| To live a life, free of regret
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| Give me the strength |