I am the comfortable secure The definition of this western world And I have perfected deceit Even I believe I'm above saving
I'll never let you see
I am the broken I am the bruised I am the poor ones I have been used
It takes me falling to the ground To admit to fully needing you Then when I'm breathing my last breath "Come and save me" I will cry to you
'Cause pride has not let me say
I am the broken I am the bruised I am the poor ones I have been used
Why does it take so much to bring me too my knees Why does it take so much pain for me to see If strength is only found when I am on my knees Why is it so hard to show that I am weak?
I am the broken I am the bruised I am the poor ones I have been used
