Used and broken
Lost and choken...

Your name was Mr. Fuggles.
found chillin in his locker, u stayed stayed by...

Cold as steel, Sharp as glass
I think i'm gunna walk right past...

Moon it watches
Silent and still...

Put the gun to my head
Pull the trigger, i\'ve been fed...

I dont know what this means
i dont know if its ment to be...

I want to be hit
I want to be bruised...

Your mother asked your dad for help
she got a son, so lovely and sweet...

Running though the game of time,
My clock surly will stop or unwind...

If I havent been hurt,
And I havent been bruised...

I sit here and think of u. my arm is bruised from...
i cant tell a soul, how much i care, i was dissed...