Cracked but not broken

Poison, wrote and spoken

Ripped but not torn

A child of god i was born

Not dead but numb

I pray on my knees thumb to thumb

Hoping for the streght

A boost to get me through the day

1, 2, 3 strikes and I'm out

I don't wanna do anything but sit and pout

I know I've gotta do better 

The old Sam? I killed her

She ranaway left me in the dust

I broket fragment below the earth's crust