I’m damaged goods
And I don’t know why
They say that I’m great
Their eyes tell me lies
I’m broken, I’m beaten
A victim of abuse
I’m angry, heartbroken
Tired of all the misuse
It’s a matter of time
Before the glue runs dry
The pieces now scattered
And the last of me dies
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 11:10 PM UTC
I’m damaged goods
And I don’t know why
They say that I’m great
Their eyes tell me lies
I’m broken, I’m beaten
A victim of abuse
I’m angry, heartbroken
Tired of all the misuse
It’s a matter of time
Before the glue runs dry
The pieces now scattered
And the last of me dies