Broken Boy
She toke a bottle of cola and a magazine,
She didn't want be see
But she couldn't let go
The city was the grave of all the machines
She's lots of meanings
On the radio
And i take back the things that i gave, but i'm just a broken boy
And i hate all that i became
Cause i'm just a broken boy
She never been down the role before
she was afraid to go
she was afraid to move
It didn't seems to matter that i was already there
i heard what she said she didn't want to go
She didn't want be see
But she couldn't let go
The city was the grave of all the machines
She's lots of meanings
On the radio
And i take back the things that i gave, but i'm just a broken boy
And i hate all that i became
Cause i'm just a broken boy
She never been down the role before
she was afraid to go
she was afraid to move
It didn't seems to matter that i was already there
i heard what she said she didn't want to go
Credits
Writer(s): Peter James Harding
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