Wounded.

Lost and broken.

Hopeless and lonely.

Smiling on the outside

and hurt beneath my skin.

My eyes are fading,

my soul is bleeding.

I'll try to make it seem okay,

but my faith is wearing thin.

So help me heal these wounds

they've been open for way to long.

Help me fill this hole,

even though this is not your fault

that I'm open and I'm bleeding

all over your brand new rug.

And I need someone 

to help me sew them up.

I only wanted a magazine,

I only wanted a movie screen,

I only wanted the life

I'd read about and dreamed.

And now my mind is an open book,

and now my heart is an open wound,

and now my life is an open sould for all to see.

But help me heal these wounds,

they've been open for way too long.

Help me fill this hole,

even though this is not your fault

that I'm open and I'm bleeding

all over your brand new rug.

And I need someone

to help me...

So you come along,

I push you away

then kick and scream for you to stay,

'cuz I need someone to help me.

Oh! I need someone to help me...

To help me heal these wounds,

they've been open for way too long.

Help me fill this hole,

even though this is not your fault

that I'm open and I'm bleeding

all over your brand new rug.

And I need someone to help me sew them,

I need someone to help me fill them,

I need someone to help me close them up.