Purpose, isn't found in my broken hands or my selfishness
Everything they have told me has broken my spirit
And it has left me, without a plan or a purpose for this life that i am meant to lead
I’m a broken man, I find no purpose in these hands, I can’t build anything for myself
They have left me, with no guideline or outline of what or who I am meant to be
Everythings unclear(everything that I see here), so tell me what, what do you expect from me?
Im just a broken man, gripping to life with a broken hand
I wish, I had the strength to live a life, a life free of regret
All these thoughts running through my head, in my own strength, I think i'd just wind up dead
Lend me a helping hand, someone teach me to be a better man
It’s like i've heard it all before.Give me a reason to breath or I won’t breath at all
Living through all this pain, living amongst this hate, I can't bear another day
What could I do, what could I say, that could make this pain go away
What could I do, what could I say,I can't bear another day, and it’s eating me away
I am alone and cold, hopeless and broken and wretched with no place to go
I am alone and cold, in desperate need of a purpose and a chance of hope
I wish, I had the strength to live a life, a life, full of hope
To live a life, free of regret
Give me the strength
