Life seems to go by
It never has a reason why
Leaving you broken and bruised
Signs of inferiority
Why i feel so small
That's easy to tell
I'm weak and used
I'm waiting for the time
I loved and died
My heart ripped apart
Trampled and torn
I just want help
I've been reaching for your hand
Why can't you reach back
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