"I am merely the product
Of the life that I've lived
An amalgam of sorrows
And the wisdom they give
But the weight has grown heavy
And it's dragging me down
It's so hard not to sink now
But I don't want to drown
I'm damaged
But somehow I've managed for now
But I don't think I can face this on my own
There is beauty in hardship
There are poems in grief
There are trials we must go through
Though they may shake our beliefs
But I don't know how I got here
Lost in the cynical dusk
Set adrift in the worry
That I've no one to trust
I'm damaged
But somehow I've managed this far
But I don't know if I can find my way back home
If to suffer is holy
I'll take my share of the pain
I can swim through this sadness
If there's something to gain
I can reach for the surface
And try to pull myself free
But the last thing I want is
To drag you down here with me
I'm damaged
But somehow I've managed this far
But I don't know if I can find my way back home"
