Seasons come, and then they go, and I don't know which way
To turn, I'm pulled apart, stretched too thin, and If I
Move wrong, then I'll break at the weight of my own sin
Lord, where do I begin
I'm broken
Let me hear it one more time for my people in the back row
Came in with the hoodie and the hat low
Outside hard your inside fragile, you've got scars you try to mask em' up
Can I tell you that task is tough, cuz I been there to keep it a buck
Why you keep sweeping em' under the rug? You know the demons are coming for blood
I tried to hide it inside of a place that I would never find it so then I could say I forgot
I tried to keep it a secret so maybe one day I can say I don't feel it
But honestly I am so tired of concealing, I'm on my knees with my face to the ceiling
Praying to God I just hope that He hearing, I am in need of some healing
If I held Your hand
Would You make me whole again
If I held Your hand
Would You make me whole again
Seasons come, and then they go, and I don't know which way
To turn, I'm pulled apart, stretched too thin, and If I
Move wrong, then I'll break at the weight of my own sin
Lord, where do I begin
I'm broken
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Seasons come, and then they go, and I don't know which way
To turn, I'm pulled apart, stretched too thin, and If I
Move wrong, then I'll break at the weight of my own sin
Lord, where do I begin
I'm broken
Let me hear it one more time for my people in the back row
Came in with the hoodie and the hat low
Outside hard your inside fragile, you've got scars you try to mask em' up
Can I tell you that task is tough, cuz I been there to keep it a buck
Why you keep sweeping em' under the rug? You know the demons are coming for blood
I tried to hide it inside of a place that I would never find it so then I could say I forgot
I tried to keep it a secret so maybe one day I can say I don't feel it
But honestly I am so tired of concealing, I'm on my knees with my face to the ceiling
Praying to God I just hope that He hearing, I am in need of some healing
If I held Your hand
Would You make me whole again
If I held Your hand
Would You make me whole again
Seasons come, and then they go, and I don't know which way
To turn, I'm pulled apart, stretched too thin, and If I
Move wrong, then I'll break at the weight of my own sin
Lord, where do I begin
I'm broken
To turn, I'm pulled apart, stretched too thin, and If I
Move wrong, then I'll break at the weight of my own sin
Lord, where do I begin
I'm broken
Let me hear it one more time for my people in the back row
Came in with the hoodie and the hat low
Outside hard your inside fragile, you've got scars you try to mask em' up
Can I tell you that task is tough, cuz I been there to keep it a buck
Why you keep sweeping em' under the rug? You know the demons are coming for blood
I tried to hide it inside of a place that I would never find it so then I could say I forgot
I tried to keep it a secret so maybe one day I can say I don't feel it
But honestly I am so tired of concealing, I'm on my knees with my face to the ceiling
Praying to God I just hope that He hearing, I am in need of some healing
If I held Your hand
Would You make me whole again
If I held Your hand
Would You make me whole again
Seasons come, and then they go, and I don't know which way
To turn, I'm pulled apart, stretched too thin, and If I
Move wrong, then I'll break at the weight of my own sin
Lord, where do I begin
I'm broken
Writer: Patrick Murphy
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