I have come undone.
Desperate and out of touch.
Fall when I should run.
Am I worth a reassemble?
I have come undone.
This illness is my crutch.
Call out to anyone.
Am I worth a reassemble?
I toss, turn beneath the waves.
A silent victim of the depths.
Cast aside I'm scrambling to catch my…
I can't find my way out, as I'm descending.
My path remains unclear as the water overtakes me.
Drowning in my despair.
I have come undone.
Desperate and out of touch.
Fall when I should.
Am I worth a reassemble?
I have come undone.
This illness is my crutch.
Call out to anyone.
Am I worth a reassemble?
My thoughts are not my own.
No where's safe alone in the tide.
I'm alone and it sinks in.
The current's pulling me under.
Drowning in my despair.
I have come undone.
Desperate and out of touch.
Fall when I should run.
Am I worth a reassemble?
I have come undone. This illness is my crutch.
Call out to anyone.
Am I worth a reassemble?
The surf's against us.
Are we able?
Forgive our faults when they're shameful.
Let's be honest with ourselves.
Worn and broken.
Reassembled.
Forgive our thoughts when they're shameful.
Let's be honest with ourselves.
Let's be honest with ourselves.