I was hoping time could heal my wounds
I thought asking for help would mend my pain
But impaired people like me push others away
Silence benefits the oppressors not the victims
Just like money is a rich man's love and a poor man's wishes
I was hoping time could heal my wounds
But I'm still the same
Seek a different way
They saw me as desperate but to be honest
We all have something we would drop everything for
Only my choices could even the score
And the thing I lacked
That I was desperate for
Could fix the core
Of every source
That has ever left me torn