Crippled

Confidence, a liability in which I'll not invest
Focus on the few abilities that I possess
This apprehensive deflated feeling preventing me from trying
Painfully feasting at all that is and was my insides

Knotted and torn
Butchered, faded and numb
Rotted and worn

Don't know why I choke and sabotage myself when we're alone
I regret the way I tuck myself into my shell
Without assurance the move you make won't pull the rug from under us
Afraid to lose all the ground we've gained, afraid to feel what I can't trust

Knotted and torn
Butchered, faded and numb
Rotted and worn

Inside I'm afraid of me
Bottled I'll never set it free
Gotta try or I'll lose my seat
Gotta try or I'll lose my mind

Bastard | Album | Exit Wounds