Damaged

When I come home

I know it's you that I'll find

Pacing the floors once again

I know that I'm bored

I'm staying in bed too long

Counting the holes in the door



Damaged is the way I feel

My life is running away



Alone I'm a mess

I don't care how long it's been

I know I'm just wasting away

The clothes on the floor

Just like the mountains outside

The prison I live every day



I want to know if this is real

All of these things that I feel

I want to know if this is real

All of these things that I feel



When I come home

I know it's you that I'll find

Pacing the floors once again