Damaged Goods

There's thrill in the danger
Of having it all
It's not like it made ya
But it's not your call
Have you ever felt it
It lives without a name
It's more like a feeling
If feeling felt the same

Now you'll start to worry
And worry's no good
For it shows no mercy
If misunderstood

A detrimental concept to inflict upon oneself
I'd offer my condolences if you'd put the words to rest

Now that's it's made you
Are you really whole?
Now that you've got something
Is thrill just fear disguised?
Although you deserve it
You'll try to no avail
To find out its purpose
Is forever veiled

An interesting concept to attribute reason for
Impenetrable fortresses always have hidden doors
A detrimental concept to inflict upon oneself
I'd offer words of wisdom if I had the words to tell

We are stuck inside a home unsettled
What good is it if you can't give it back?
I like, you like, we like nothing
But we pretend that we're happy
There is nothing left to give