This Kind of Breakdown

I'm the widow of my own life
I'm a quitter looking for a knife
I'm a jumper afraid of heights
Nothing turns out to be alright

Break me, shape me
Hold me against the walls of time and
Make me
Make me a man

I'm the burier of my own body
I'm mean guy afraid to be naughty
I have a troubled mind killing me slowly
Nothing turns out to be alright

I guess love will provide me
The kingdom come
I wait to be saved
From this kind of breakdown
Shall I stay
And wait for the outcome
Smoothly escape from this kind of breakdown

I've a future running away
And a pair of boots refusing to stray
I am frightened to be afraid
Nothing turns out to be alright

Break me, shape me
Hold me against the walls of time and
Make me
Make me the man I want to be, so
Take me
Shake me
Save my soul if you have the time
While you make me
Make me a man

Breakdown
Breakdown

I guess love will provide me
The kingdom come
I wait to be saved
From this kind of breakdown
Shall I stay
And wait for the outcome
Smoothly escape from this kind of breakdown