Chorus:

If I was not so weak
If I was not so cold
If I was not so scared of being broken
Growing old I would be...
I would be...

I would be...
Blessed are the shallow
Depth they'll never find
Seemed to be some comfort
In rooms I try to hide
Exposed beyond the shadows
You take the cup from me
Your dirt removes my blindness Y
our pain becomes my peace

[Chorus]
... frail.

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