This Song Has Been Sung

You say that you want me but I don't believe    
as I sit in your silence uncovering me  
over thinking that you would even seldom think    
my tumultuous waters were worth a small drink    
    
I'm busted and broken and all sorts of wrong    
living a sentence of the same fateful song    
I've stolen and shaken an I'm truly mistaken    
fearful of losing of what's been foresaken    
   
Not worthy of much except this hand that's been dealt    
where feelings were erected but are no longer felt    
It's strange but not strange, as life leaves me behind    
with two swollen eyes and a congenial mind    
   
Always adapting, acceptingly backing    
to a man, not attacking    
this song has been sung    
and sung and sung