Though nobody quite broke me,
they left me here to fix me
Though nobody quite broke me,
Though nobody quite owns me,
I can't say that I am quite
I'd do it to myself, you see
And though nobody's used me
I use and bruise myself, you know
Like sandpaper on the inside
I scrubbed up pretty rough
And I think I've had enough
Like sandpaper on the inside
I scrubbed up pretty rough
I'm tired of dreading quicksand
I'm tired from dreading his hand,
under all the weight of that great lover
And all his expectations,
perplexing in their quest for
on attaining all the glory
That man could ever attain in
his mission to be glorious
And I'm finding the elusive
cause Betta she has been here all along
Like sandpaper on the inside,
I scrubbed up pretty rough
And I think I've had enough
Like sandpaper on the inside
I scrubbed up pretty rough
And I think that we've both
It's been a long, long time
Since I permit myself to write a song
So full of self -pity, self -harm
It's been a long, long time
Since I permit myself to write a song
So full of self -pity, self -harm
Like sandpaper on the inside
I scrubbed up pretty rough
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