I ask God why I've last so long.
I know he tired of me singing the same old song.
Constantly overthinking my rights and wrongs.
Bury myself away because I feel like I don't belong.
I want to win so I can breathe again.
Same old song playing in my head, yearning for places I've never been.
There are times where I've regret my birth.
There are times when I feel like scum of the earth.
Pain dwells in my heart as I try to heal.
Listening to the old song to cope because I want to learn how to feel.
I feel like I don't deserve love because I'm damaged goods.
I'm a slave to the past; so many times I've been misunderstood.
The old song plays forever in my head.
I hope I heal someday; life shouldn't be something I dread.
