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Lost and broken...
Hopeless and lonely...
Smiling on the outside,
The Hurt beneath my skin….
My eyes are fadin’...
My soul is bleedin’...
I try to make it seem ok,
But my faith is wearin’ thin...

So help me heal these wounds,
They’ve been open for way too long…..
Help me fill the soul,
Even though this is not your fault….
That I’m open,
And I’m bleedin’,
All over your brand new rug…
And I need someone to help me sew them up….

I only wanted a magazine,
I only wanted a movie screen,
I only wanted the life I’d read about and dreamed….
And now my mind is an open book,
And now my heart is an open wound,
And now my life is open so for all to see….

But help me heal these wounds,
They’ve been open for way too long…
Help me fill the soul,
Even though this is not your fault….
That I’m open,
And I’m bleedin’,
All over your brand new rug…
And I need someone to help me….

So you come along,
I push you away,
Than kick and scream for you to stay.
Cause I need someone to help me…
Oh I need someone to help me…

To help me heal these wounds,
They’ve been open for way too long…
Help me fill this soul,
Even though this is not your fault….
That I’m open,
And I’m bleedin’,
All over your brand new rug…
And I need someone to help me sew them,
I need someone to help me fill them,
I need someone to help me close them up…




-Good Charlette