I am scarred from all the cuts...
Weak from all the bruises...
Numb to all pain...
I am my own worst enemy.

She liked butterflies with broken wings
she liked angels that couldn't sing
she knew death was just a part of life
she knew that threw God she would live twice

As I lay me down to sleep I pray to the Lord my heart to keep.
You are my heart, you are my soul
without your love love I’ll pay the toll.
You are my day you are my night