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Scared, scraped, tattered and torn

I have a heart hanging by its last string

I am but an angel with a crippled wing

Broken, bruised, wounded and worn

I have a soul that’s been ripped at the seams

I am but a sleeper searching for dreams

Wilted, wronged, aged and abused

I have a mind that’s been left to waste away

I am but a memory lost in a day

Hurt, humiliated, crying and confused

I have a true love that’s faded with time

I am but a melody robbed of its rhyme