Alone and broken, without a place to go
Alone and broken with no place to call home
It's been few weeks since I could make it out of bed
I can't think straight, there's way too much inside my head
I don't wanna lie
There's been days I barely made it through the night
I swear I'm trying hard to be alright
Alone and broken, without a place to go
Alone and broken with no place to call home
The voices are to loud, my head is full of clouds
Even though I'm not alright, I won't go down without a fight
I know that I'm better than how I used to feel
But some days are harder and today it hurts to breathe
I'm getting sick of the bloodstains on my bedroom floor
My wounded knuckles and my locked door
I know that I'm better than how I used to feel
But some days are harder and today it hurts to breathe
I'm getting sick of the bloodstains on my bedroom floor
My wounded knuckles and my locked door
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