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Is there a way to express,
The broken heart in my chest
The sadness in my soul,
And the pain in the back of my throat,
That I can't speak of,
I have cry without a voice,
There is a storm raging within,
And I am lost inside the noise,
There is no reprieve from this affliction.
So I pick the scab until it bleeds,
I feed my pain whatever it needs,
Try to forget every word that was spoken,
Pull back, I will remain unbroken!
The Words you spoke, taunting me
You Tear me down and it's haunting me,
The pain you caused, I cannot bare,
And while I'm falling apart,
You just stop and stare.
No ones ever cared.
No ones ever cared,
And so I turn, to the self-destruction, for which my soul so badly yearns.
Anyone who wants a piece of me will have to wait their turn.
So I pick the scab until it bleeds
I feed my pain whatever it needs
To survive alone in,
A world that wants me broken.
Your fists of rage rain down on me,
My small body cannot hide itself,
The bruises and scars, black eyes and broken arms,
Cannot compare, to that damage in my soul, that you put there.
I trusted you, I was a child
My temperament was calm and mild,
But with that bottle in your hand,
You beat me til I couldn't stand,
So I just ran and I ran, I ran and I ran..
And I'm out here all alone
I'm all alone, and I can't see straight.
With every breath in my lungs,
I exhale love and I inhale hate.
I taste the fire on my tongue.
So I pick the scab on my heart, until it bleeds,
When the pain over takes me, It gets whatever it needs,
I will not fall, I will keep on rollin,
All alone, I will remain unbroken!!
When your heart is ripped apart, by the deepest love you've ever known,
All around the room, the shreds of who you are have flown,
When the cuts from the cracks in your broken heart, have shown,
A dire need for someone, something, to look down in mercy,
Is there one who has heard me?
I throw my face down at the thrown,
Around which the cherubim have flown,
Where I will never be alone..
I found myself there, broken.
So confident I was, but now I'm chokin,
On the words I have to say, oh Jesus have your way, have your way!
You alone have healed the pain,
Washed every bruise and scar and stain,
Praise to the Lamb who was slain!
He is risen now!
And by the power in those three words, boldly spoken,
"It.. is.. Finished.." here I stand, finally unbroken.
The broken heart in my chest
The sadness in my soul,
And the pain in the back of my throat,
That I can't speak of,
I have cry without a voice,
There is a storm raging within,
And I am lost inside the noise,
There is no reprieve from this affliction.
So I pick the scab until it bleeds,
I feed my pain whatever it needs,
Try to forget every word that was spoken,
Pull back, I will remain unbroken!
The Words you spoke, taunting me
You Tear me down and it's haunting me,
The pain you caused, I cannot bare,
And while I'm falling apart,
You just stop and stare.
No ones ever cared.
No ones ever cared,
And so I turn, to the self-destruction, for which my soul so badly yearns.
Anyone who wants a piece of me will have to wait their turn.
So I pick the scab until it bleeds
I feed my pain whatever it needs
To survive alone in,
A world that wants me broken.
Your fists of rage rain down on me,
My small body cannot hide itself,
The bruises and scars, black eyes and broken arms,
Cannot compare, to that damage in my soul, that you put there.
I trusted you, I was a child
My temperament was calm and mild,
But with that bottle in your hand,
You beat me til I couldn't stand,
So I just ran and I ran, I ran and I ran..
And I'm out here all alone
I'm all alone, and I can't see straight.
With every breath in my lungs,
I exhale love and I inhale hate.
I taste the fire on my tongue.
So I pick the scab on my heart, until it bleeds,
When the pain over takes me, It gets whatever it needs,
I will not fall, I will keep on rollin,
All alone, I will remain unbroken!!
When your heart is ripped apart, by the deepest love you've ever known,
All around the room, the shreds of who you are have flown,
When the cuts from the cracks in your broken heart, have shown,
A dire need for someone, something, to look down in mercy,
Is there one who has heard me?
I throw my face down at the thrown,
Around which the cherubim have flown,
Where I will never be alone..
I found myself there, broken.
So confident I was, but now I'm chokin,
On the words I have to say, oh Jesus have your way, have your way!
You alone have healed the pain,
Washed every bruise and scar and stain,
Praise to the Lamb who was slain!
He is risen now!
And by the power in those three words, boldly spoken,
"It.. is.. Finished.." here I stand, finally unbroken.
