Haunted by the good things I was
I was born trigger happy in the head
Because I try to paint a picture of the ghosts
But we're picking at the scabs picking at the scabs
How can I love it if I know it so well
Does my conscience leave my body when I do these things
Sure don't feel the evil while I'm there
Tangled up and always unaware
Beaten down broken up
Palpitations going soft
Am I really undeserving
Am I really undeserving
Time takes a toll
And she doesn't have a face
But she pushes you day by day
Night by night like a sandpaper floor
Scraping up my knees until I build it back up
And the puppet master pulls his strings
And he makes me do a dance
But he can never make me sing
He can never make me sing
He can never make me sing
Beaten down broken up
Palpitations going soft
Am I really undeserving
Am I really undeserving
Beaten down broken up
Palpitations going soft
Am I really undeserving
Am I really undeserving
Doesn't doesn't matter where you're from
It doesn't take much filth to clog you up
'Cause it happens to everyone
It happens to everyone
It's gotta be better on the other side
If there's one thing I could ask
Does it happen to you like it happens to me
'Cause it happens to me like no one else could see
In any world like this I'll remember this
I'll remember this
I'll remember this
Beaten down broken up
Palpitations going soft
Am I really undeserving
Am I really undeserving
Beaten down broken up
Palpitations going soft
Am I really undeserving
Am I really undeserving
Beaten down broken up
Palpitations going soft
Am I really undeserving
Am I really undeserving
Beaten down broken up
Palpitations going soft
Am I really undeserving
Am I really undeserving