Damaged

When I come home I know it's you that I'll find Pacing the floors once again I know that I'm bored I'm staying in bed too long Counting the holes in the door Damaged is the way I feel My life is running away Alone I'm a mess I don't care how long it's been I know I'm just wasting away The clothes on the floor Just like the mountains outside The prison I live every day I want to know if this is real All of these things that I feel I want to know if this is real All of these things that I feel When I come home I know it's you that I'll find Pacing the floors once again