Texty: Outbreak. Square One.

When we cried for help...
No one was there.
Can our broken lives...
Still be repaired?

Lost and confused...
Tired of being used.

Emotions stay bottled up inside...
We've got a pulse but are we still alive?
We could spill our guts but our lips are sealed.
We're waiting for our wounds to heal.

Lost and confused...
Tired of being used.

Lost and confused, I'm tired of being used.
Let's go!
Lost and confused, I'm tired of being used