[Lyric] I Am... (a-tota-so)

Broken with every bone
Torn out, ripped and lesser than better now
Faced with protest and learning to count the golden
Crumbs of hope I will hold onto for as long as I can


Open close, a bruising rose, the fever here is overflowing
Open close, a bruising rose, the fever here is overflowing now


Shaping the future to come
Hold on tight to your dear ones
I will not refrain from
Holding hope
If I must
Holding hope
If I must


So what’s the usе for it now?
What's the use for it now?
What's the usе?

And it's open close, a bruising rose

Broken in every bone
Torn up, ripped up
Broken with every bone