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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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