If I was a guitar I'd be stringless
Empty and shallow and cold
Lifeless and loveless, never grow old
I have no purpose, no life

If I was a singer I'd be voiceless
Broken and beaten and still
No sound to whimper, without free will
I am a failure, a lie

You take my hand and run
I hold on tight, bright like the sun
You close your eyes and cry
I kiss your pale face dry
We are broken and loveless
We are beaten and boneless
We are the forgotten ones
And all we have is room to run