Something was broken, something was shattered Somewhere along the road Too much damaged, too much ruined You couldn't heal the wounds Stilled it with whiskey, stilled it with drugs Just couldn't ease the pain But in that moment: relieving, relieving
Still standing after all The truth might make me fall Keep feeding myself lies, to justify your crimes
So, did it make you feel in control? Did it make you feel strong? Here comes the first hit, taking you higher, and I close my eyes
Still standing after all The truth might make me fall Keep feeding myself lies
So, did it help you feel any better? Did it help you get whole? Where did things go wrong? Did you think hurting me would heal your broken soul?