I am depraved
I cannot be saved
And all the men who try
Always come off brave

I cry to myself
High up on this shelf
No one can hear me
I'm screaming for help

I am used goods
To men wearing hoods
You can always find me hiding 
I'm away in my woods

I am not dead
My brain stays well fed
But deep in my chest
There's a lonely bed

I am still scared
With you I am shared
And although I beg
I am still left impaired

I am not real
With a heart made of steel
But I am still broken
And my body won't heal

I'm sorry to you
And I'm sorry for me
For all of these reasons
I wish you could see