I am redemption
I am renewed
this is my story

this is the truth

When I woke up to be

a broken man upon a pedestal
I invested my self to be
something more

than a weathering thought of finding change
and to bring forth the realization
that I'm nothing more than you


I've twisted words, and broken bones
to bring myself to the fact

that apologies don't mean anything
and I've spoken words but shown no proof
so how am I suppose to feel


I may not have the luxury
but a fools love is worth nothing

when I want to feel something
I've been broken down, neglected
spit out and rejected

to the very thought of you

Ive twisted turns, and broken bonds

to bring myself to the fact
that apologies don't mean anything
and I've spoken far too many times

so how i am supposed to feel
how am i supposed to feel


Call it reaching out
Call it asking for a helping hand
In reality, you never needed us


Drowning, always trying to find a better way
to escape this hell

that I'm constantly drifting towards 2x

I've taken turns, for the worst

to understand the very fact
that no one is greater than
the common man

or the common way to deal with this

Call it reaching out

call it a helping hand
because in reality, you never needed us...