My broken soul has almost healed.
I'm not afraid of what I feel..
I've lost the urge to keep the high
'cause you're what makes me feel alive.
The aching hole within my chest
(from desperate attempts to please the rest)..
is almost closed; the throbbing's dead..
I can stop feeling trapped inside my head.
I wanted some one just like me
but lost the person I've always been..
I never thought to wait around and when I finally gave up it was you I found.
We're nothing alike
so there's just more to say
and despite who I am you accept all my ways..
The bandits who gouged at my tattered shell
were respected by people who knew me well..
There's so much good you've done for me
that the incorrect people will eventually see
how much I've recovered since you saved me..