Broken Thing
You poor broken thing
How'd it ever get so bad
Have you forgotten bout' the love you once had
But you've been here before
You can beat it again
This world was made for second chances
This feeling that you have, it won't go away. No
It will follow you like your shadow all of your days
It's the burden you've made for yourself
It won't be carried by any body else
You poor broken thing
You poor broken thing
You've been dealt a bad hand
This life it aint fair, we all understand
But you've been here before, On this merry-go-round
If you don't get clean, you'll end up in the ground
This feeling that you have, it won't go away, No
It'll follow you like your shadow for all of your days
It's the burden you've made, for yourself
It won't be carried by anybody else
Get your feet on the ground
Get your head in the clear
We want you around this time next year
Its the burden you made for yourself
It will not be carried by anybody else
Get your feet on the ground
Get you head in the clear
We want you around this time next year
You poor broken thing
The feeling you have
It won't go away, its making you mad
Oooh, you poor broken thing
How'd it ever get so bad
Have you forgotten bout' the love you once had
But you've been here before
You can beat it again
This world was made for second chances
This feeling that you have, it won't go away. No
It will follow you like your shadow all of your days
It's the burden you've made for yourself
It won't be carried by any body else
You poor broken thing
You poor broken thing
You've been dealt a bad hand
This life it aint fair, we all understand
But you've been here before, On this merry-go-round
If you don't get clean, you'll end up in the ground
This feeling that you have, it won't go away, No
It'll follow you like your shadow for all of your days
It's the burden you've made, for yourself
It won't be carried by anybody else
Get your feet on the ground
Get your head in the clear
We want you around this time next year
Its the burden you made for yourself
It will not be carried by anybody else
Get your feet on the ground
Get you head in the clear
We want you around this time next year
You poor broken thing
The feeling you have
It won't go away, its making you mad
Oooh, you poor broken thing
Credits
Writer(s): Joey Arthur Harkum, Joey Harkum
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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