| Lost and broken
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| Hopeless and lonely
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| Smiling on the outside
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| And hurt beneath my skin
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| My eyes are fading
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| My soul is bleeding
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| I’ll try to make it seem okay
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| But my faith is wearing thin
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| So help me heal these wounds
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| They’ve been open for way too long
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| Help me fill this soul
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| Even though this is not your fault
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| That I’m open
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| And I’m bleeding
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| All over your brand new rug
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| And I need someone to help me sew them up
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| I only wanted a magazine
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| I only wanted a movie screen
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| I only wanted the life I’d read about and dreamed
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| And now my mind is an open book
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| And now my heart is an open wound
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| And now my life is an open soul for all to see
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| But help me heal these wounds
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| They’ve been open for way too long
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| Help me fill this soul
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| Even though this is not your fault
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| That I’m open and I’m bleeding
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| All over your brand new rug
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| And I need someone to help me
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| So you come along
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| I push you away
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| Then kick and scream for you to stay
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| Cuz I need someone to help me
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| Oh I need someone to help me
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| To help me heal these wounds
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| They’ve been open for way too long
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| Help me fill this soul
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| Even though this is not your fault
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| That I’m open
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| And I’m bleeding
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| All over your brand new rug
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| And I need someone to help me sew them
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| I need someone to help me fill them
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| I need someone to help me close them up |