I am the comfortable secure
The definition of this western world
And I have perfected deceit

Even I believe I'm about saving
And I'll never let You see


I am the broken
I am the bruised
I am the poor ones

I have been used.

It takes me falling to the ground

To admit to fully needing you
Then when I am craving my last breath
"Come and save me" I will cry to You

'Cause pride has not let me say




I am the broken
I am the bruised

I am the poor ones
I have been used.


why does it take so much to bring me to my knees
why does it take so much pain for me to see
this strength is only found when i am on my knees

why is it so much to show i am weak

I am the broken

I am the bruised
I am the poor ones
I have been used.