Damaged Goods

there is indeed one thing
that can label me
as horrible as it seems
its as true as can be
"damaged goods"
thats what i am
"damaged goods"
do you understand?
its a blemish on my heart
it stands in front like a guard
not allowing love to start
but showing that others have left their mark.
Contaminated by the past that wont let go
as much as i fight it, it continues to grow
Fear rises but i try not to let it show
hoping it'll fade but it never seems to go
damaged goods
thats what i am
damaged goods
dont you understand
its a stigma i wish i didn't have
a defect i try to cover with a laugh
but when "love" i try to grab
it feels like that stigma is taking a jab.
the vitiate of the damage takes over me
announcing it still exist imperishably
Reminding me i was once worth winning
but after being tainted I am simply nothing...
but
damaged goods
thats who i am
damaged goods
dont you understand