I wrote a story to confess all
With the strength of a paper doll
The shock runs up my spine with every fall
I hear a shattering sound
As I break beneath this weight
How could I depend upon this frame

My legs go numb
This grip is stifling
Crushing the nerves in my back
Followed by a traumatic collapse

I drag this mess with shaking hands
Taking these staggering steps
How I long to walk again
I drag this mess with shaking hands
Taking these staggering steps
I'd give everything to stand on my own again

My tolerance for pain descends
It's like broken glass buried under my skin
What little strength I have is wasted on these sores

I suppose I could drown myself
In a sea of alcohol and opiates
Twisting and writhing
A crutch a vice a marginal respite

I drag this mess with shaking hands
Taking these staggering steps
How I long to walk again
I drag this mess with shaking hands
Taking these staggering steps
I'd give everything to stand on my own again

My plagues coursing through my veins
And I can't stop this bleeding
Oh God it won't stop bleeding

I dream that I could run
It's something that I lost in all this searching
For the strength to carry on

I drag this mess with shaking hands
Taking these staggering steps
How I long to walk again
I drag this mess with shaking hands
Taking these staggering steps
I'd give everything to stand on my own again