The Broken Things

What would you do if I one day
Up and left the house
Called the bluffs on the books we read
They just don't add up now
Would you still love me for the man I am
Is that even fair to ask
I've been running like a fugitive
Reality is catching up fast

Mama, I don't know anything
I'm a stranger in these streets
Mama, I hope you still love me
After you see the broken things

Sooner or later when you lose enough people
You wonder why them and not me
Is it God or some sick twist of fate
That decides who stays or leaves
Yeah man, who hasn't thought
About seeing them before it's time
I don't know if it's fear or my family
That keeps me inline

Mama, I don't know anything
But I've always felt guilty
Mama, I hope you still love me
After you see the broken things
After you see the broken things



Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Dorethy
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