I am the comfortable secure
The definition of this western world
And I have perfected deceit
Even I believe I´m above saving
I´ll never let You see

I am the broken
I am the bruised
I am the poor ones
I have been used.

When I am breathing my last breath
"Come and save me" I will cry to You
´Cause pride has not let me say
Bring me to my knees,
Why does it take so much pain for me to see?
If strength is only fond when I am on my knees,
Why is it so hard t o show that I am weak?

I am the broken
I am the bruised
I am the poor ones
I have been used

{paroles par fan-music79}