Who Wants a Broken Boy
This room seems so cold today.
I sit with the hum of my speakers, lights, they blink.
Pen in hand, I think, I think.
I write my heart to be spit at, to be ridiculed.
She told me I was famous, when did that happen?
They are the stars, those I sit with.
They sing my songs to me.
I write my heart to be spit at, to be ridiculed.
She told me I was famous, when did that happen?
It's not working, they can't make me quite.
We are so broken.
I sit with the hum of my speakers, lights, they blink.
Pen in hand, I think, I think.
I write my heart to be spit at, to be ridiculed.
She told me I was famous, when did that happen?
They are the stars, those I sit with.
They sing my songs to me.
I write my heart to be spit at, to be ridiculed.
She told me I was famous, when did that happen?
It's not working, they can't make me quite.
We are so broken.
Credits
Writer(s): Casey Fallen
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