Tired, confused
Bloodied, bruised
This isn't what I would choose
Lost, broken, overused
There's nothing else I have to lose
My body is covered with purples and blues
I thought I was your muse,
But when you became angry, I was screwed
Now I'm alone, and you're with your crew
But I would still do anything to be with you
And feel your warmth, not light your fuse
We just don't see eye to eye, we have different views
I owe you everything, but there's nothing I could do
You left me. You left with no excuse
No reason for your abuse
Now I'm tired, confused
Bloody and bruised
This isn't what anyone would choose
Lost, broken, overused.