I'm a wreck.
I'm a wreck,
I'm an abandoned ol' town.
I'm a storm cloud in the sky.
I'm not giving up, not yet.
But I'm crying, scared to make a sound.
I can't help but ask God why.
I'm a house of cards, just about to fall.
I'm a boat with holes, just about to sink.
I'm a slamming screen door, right after a harsh fight.
You never answered when I finally got the nerve to call,
After all this time, I still love you, and I don't know what to think.
I can't stand you, but I want you to hold me tight.
I'm a book missing pages;
I'm a broken down train.
I'm the rain falling down.
I wanna run away to far to be found, behind me the fight rages.
Everybody's yelling but there's nothing to gain.
Bound and gaged, laying on the ground.
I'm a caged animal,
I'm a bird without a song.
I'm a scared little girl.
My emotions are eating me alive like a cannibal
Everything hurts, everything is so wrong.
My head swirls and twirls.
I'm a wreck.
I'm the loneliest star in the night sky.
I'm a little fish lost in the sea.
This feeling grows speck by speck.
It won't just let go and say goodbye.
Unwanted, unneeded, unworthy.
I'm a selfish little mare.
I'm a needy little dog.
I'm an unimportant crow.
I'm just a wreck.
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