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Benji James May 2017
Damaged
Benji James
May 2017
Since when did life become this hard?
When did this battle start?
It felt like I had come so far,
When did this hurt become a scar?
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then I think.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then just a bit.
So damaged, (damaged, damaged)
I can hear echoes in my head,
Screams from the darkness underneath my bed.
I'm trapped in chains, caged in my brain.
A fire of rage, a storm of rain.
A soul to claim, can't escape.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then I think.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then just a bit.
So damaged, (damaged, damaged)
This river of blood,
is like a raging flood,
tearing apart the arteries,
In my heart.
All this pain, is like a train,
crashing through my veins.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then I think.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then just a bit.
So damaged, (damaged, damaged)
The suffering, is suffocating my soul
I'm shaking, breaking
Think this is the breakdown,
They were talking about.
And now I can't get out,
Of this room full of doubt.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then I think.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then just a bit.
So damaged, (damaged, damaged)
©2017 Written By Benji James
When did this battle start?
It felt like I had come so far,
When did this hurt become a scar?
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then I think.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then just a bit.
So damaged, (damaged, damaged)
I can hear echoes in my head,
Screams from the darkness underneath my bed.
I'm trapped in chains, caged in my brain.
A fire of rage, a storm of rain.
A soul to claim, can't escape.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then I think.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then just a bit.
So damaged, (damaged, damaged)
This river of blood,
is like a raging flood,
tearing apart the arteries,
In my heart.
All this pain, is like a train,
crashing through my veins.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then I think.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then just a bit.
So damaged, (damaged, damaged)
The suffering, is suffocating my soul
I'm shaking, breaking
Think this is the breakdown,
They were talking about.
And now I can't get out,
Of this room full of doubt.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then I think.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then just a bit.
So damaged, (damaged, damaged)
©2017 Written By Benji James
Dev Mar 2018
Damaged Goods
Dev
Mar 2018
I am broken,
Come name your price
Hidden in the shelter
of a lonely life
Come choose your savage
See their perfect disguise
You could never love me
Cause I live in these lies
I am damaged goods
I’m misunderstood
I come in the perfect packaging
Wrapped up in severed ties
Stamped with a sticker on top
Come, name your price.
I am damaged goods
I am damaged goods
I am damaged goods.
I am lonely
In this sea of maddening sounds
I am hurt
From those people who aren’t around
I break my happiness
At every chance I get
And then I’ll ask myself
Why I feel so depressed
I am damaged goods
I’m misunderstood
I come in the perfect packaging
Wrapped up in severed ties
Stamped with a sticker on top
Come, name your price.
I am damaged goods
I am damaged goods
I am damaged goods.
I can’t get out
Fromt this crippling doubt
I feel so empty without
You there beside me
I need somewhere to go
Somewhere in the great unknown
Somewhere I can be alone
I am damaged goods
I’m misunderstood
I am damaged goods
I’m misunderstood
I come in the perfect packaging
Wrapped up in severed ties
Stamped with a sticker on top
Come, name your price.
I am damaged goods
I am damaged goods
I am damaged goods.
Come name your price
Hidden in the shelter
of a lonely life
Come choose your savage
See their perfect disguise
You could never love me
Cause I live in these lies
I am damaged goods
I’m misunderstood
I come in the perfect packaging
Wrapped up in severed ties
Stamped with a sticker on top
Come, name your price.
I am damaged goods
I am damaged goods
I am damaged goods.
I am lonely
In this sea of maddening sounds
I am hurt
From those people who aren’t around
I break my happiness
At every chance I get
And then I’ll ask myself
Why I feel so depressed
I am damaged goods
I’m misunderstood
I come in the perfect packaging
Wrapped up in severed ties
Stamped with a sticker on top
Come, name your price.
I am damaged goods
I am damaged goods
I am damaged goods.
I can’t get out
Fromt this crippling doubt
I feel so empty without
You there beside me
I need somewhere to go
Somewhere in the great unknown
Somewhere I can be alone
I am damaged goods
I’m misunderstood
I am damaged goods
I’m misunderstood
I come in the perfect packaging
Wrapped up in severed ties
Stamped with a sticker on top
Come, name your price.
I am damaged goods
I am damaged goods
I am damaged goods.
Another set of lyrics, new ones this time :)
Jay Dec 2017
HOW DAMAGED PEOPLE LOVE
Jay
Dec 2017
Damaged people love you like a crime scene
Before any crime had been committed
They kept their running shoes right next to their souls every night
One eye opened in case something changed whilst they were asleep
Damaged people love in the most broken way
Damaged people love in the most gentle way
Damaged people do not love
Damaged people love too much
Their backs are always too tense, too tight
Made this way from carrying too many broken things
Because we all know broken things are the heaviest
Just look the weight of a broken heart
Damaged people will love that too
Damaged people love broken things
Because they remind them of themselves
Damaged people take broken things
And love them to the end
Trying to find that one broken thing
That will fit their cracks.
Damaged people love so well
They love like this because they have already seen Hell
And they know that every evil demon
Was once an angel before they fell.
Before any crime had been committed
They kept their running shoes right next to their souls every night
One eye opened in case something changed whilst they were asleep
Damaged people love in the most broken way
Damaged people love in the most gentle way
Damaged people do not love
Damaged people love too much
Their backs are always too tense, too tight
Made this way from carrying too many broken things
Because we all know broken things are the heaviest
Just look the weight of a broken heart
Damaged people will love that too
Damaged people love broken things
Because they remind them of themselves
Damaged people take broken things
And love them to the end
Trying to find that one broken thing
That will fit their cracks.
Damaged people love so well
They love like this because they have already seen Hell
And they know that every evil demon
Was once an angel before they fell.