Damaged
When I come home
I know itâ"š¬â"ž¢s you that Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll find
Pacing the floors once again
I know that Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m bored
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m staying in bed too long
Counting the holes in the door
Damaged is the way I feel
My life is running away
Alone Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m a mess
I donâ"š¬â"ž¢t care how long itâ"š¬â"ž¢s been
I know Iâ"š¬â"ž¢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 itâ"š¬â"ž¢s you that Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll find
Pacing the floors once again