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Broken


Not what I've done,not what I've spoken

Not what I've shown,not that I lied

Just holding on would render me broken

But weak as I am, my hands remain tied

Fear of wrath,fear of pain

Fear of facing what I am

Fear this might leave a stain

Of your blood on my hands

My face is scarred,my hands unclean

Can't wash away the fool I've been

Murder one or suicide:

Which would be the greater sin?

Straining to hold each breath I'm taking

A shackle that pulls,I can't set it free

Not quite below,but slowly I'm breaking

In saving you I would be killing me

Fear of wind,fear of rain

We built this house on shifting sand

Fear this might leave a stain

Of my own blood on my hands

My face is scarred,my hands unclean

Can't wash away the fool I've been

Murder one or suicide:

Which would be the greater sin?

A wave that hits from behind me

A weight that pulls from beneath

A storm that blows all around me

A fear inside that has bound me



[Music: T.Leonard,D.Ott,P.Craddick]

[Lyrics: T.Leonard]

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