I am the comfortable securenThe definition of this western worldnAnd I have perfected deceitnEven I believe I am above savingnAnd I'll never let You seennI am the brokennI am the bruisednI am the poor onesnI have been usednnIt takes me falling to the groundnTo admit to fully needing YounThen when I'm breathing my last breathnCome and save me, I will cry to Youn'Cause pride has not let me saynnI am the brokennI am the bruisednI am the poor onesnI have been usednnWhy does it take so much to bring me to my knees?nWhy does it take so much pain for me to see?nIf strength is only found when I am on my kneesnWhy is it so hard to show that I am weak?nnI am the brokennI am the bruisednI am the poor onesnI have been used