Broken Wrist

Sitting here contemplating this world before me

and I wonder why it is the way it is

I can't place myself here

(chorus)

Far away but to close to be near

I speak aloud but you don't hear

I can't help but feel alone / so on my own

Scared to face the unknown (all alone)

Slowly beginning to come apart

My sense of rationality departs

Can I face another day? Can't raise my fist with a broken wrist

I ask myself am I bound to live and die this way?

(Chorus)

Whats next if i can't make this right?

I can't make this right

I can't raise my fist with these broken wrist