seems like everytime I'm ready to heal
something pushes me back to the start
as minor as the wound might be
it's still taring me apart
so why do I try anymore? is this a message
someone's trying to send?
if so, I'll pack my bags & turn around
so this journey to recovery will end
so tell me - is it still worth it?
should I heal from this life & keep going?
or fuck happiness - desert it
either way I'm ready
I've got nothing left to lose
every piece of me... broken
and there's no room left to bruise