I have found no solace
Even if it's hopeless
I will strive toward the light
Blind my eyes
Sew my mouth shut
So I can feel anything other than numb
I have lost my touch and it shows
What's left to grow from the reminisce of innocence we have lost?
I lost my grip and it slipped away

Cast aside the pain in mind because on the inside you're buried alive
Is this a gift or a curse?
To have nothing and give it some worth

Broken and beaten
Never defeated
Just take a seat and see for yourself

Broken and beaten
Never defeated
Just take a seat and see for yourself

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): Brent Gates