Is it strange to feel broken?
Is it strange to be choking on the antidote?
These missing words remain unspoken
These missing parts of me are cut into a million pieces
Don't stop, I'm better left for dead
You'll waste yourself on me
These things are better left unsaid
For you and me
Don't stop I'm better left for dead
I'll always be with you
But just be careful where you tread
Please don't hate me
Is it strange to be broken?
Is it strange to be bleeding from a tourniquet?
These simple words are a token
A feeble offering to hope the pain inside you ceases
Don't stop I'm better left for dead
You'll waste yourself on me
These things are better left unsaid
For you and me
Don't stop I'm better left for dead
I'll always be with you
But just be careful where you tread
Please don't hate me
Don't stop I'm better left for dead
You'll waste yourself on me
These things are better left unsaid
For you and me
Don't stop I'm better left for dead
I'll always be with you
But just be careful where you tread
Please don't hate me