skin
Robert Jackson
Aching body mind is tired
Bruised myself just tryna grasp it
Soreness never too selective
Tell me how the hell I got here
Oh and I can’t
No, no, no, no
I couldn’t manage
All that happened
You know I can’t
Go on anymore
No recovering
Already know my fate
It ain’t nothing new
It happens
Damage
We could find our use
Or imagine
We’ll get past it
Oh the damage
Oh the damage
Oh the damage
Dammit
We were barely grasping
Skin is getting damaged