Yeah, I'm Broken. I wasn't born broken though....just born different is all. Interaction with others (that were not, shall I say, accepting of my differences) is the reason I sometimes feel broken but I can mend well enough. I think this very subject is why I wrote this....
Broken Thing
She's just a Broken Thing
Doesn't seem to have much to offer anymore
It's a shame, you know
Living seems to hurt her so
Always finds a way to cut her to the core
She's just a Broken Thing
Doesn't seem to have much to offer anymore
She's lived a long time but still has not learned
About how to give love without getting burned
How to be held without being hurt
And how to be treated like more than just dirt
She's lost, so lost but she'll find her own way
She'll get up every morning to start a new day
Yeah she knows that there will be dues she must pay
But, She'll find a way
She'll find a way
She'll find that Ray.....
Of hope
Of light
Of something beyond what she can see Tonight
She's lived a long time but still has not learned
About how to give love without being burned
She's just a Broken Thing
Doesn't seem to have it in her....
No, she doesn't seem to have it in her, though
The need.....
To give up.
