Petals In The Grass

Damaged Goods

As a child I
Cried in the woods
After all I'm
Damaged goods

The switch still stings
The belt still burns
Laying very still
As the world still turns

Still battered
Always bruised
Still torn
Always used

Memories are haunting
They are not very kind
Trying to find a reason
A reason I can't find

As an adult I
Go back to the woods
After all I'm
Still damaged goods