Broken
So young but I've already come to realize; this truth I now see.
That the happiness I once felt was all a dream reality
I'm forced to be this monster, forced to be this thing.
No one will come for me and a love song they'll never sing.
How can they understand my pain?
If I showed them the weight of the world will shower down like rain.
There's a way to get rid of all this regret I feel.
Through the entire tough times I have to live through and deal.
Please don't call me freak.
Or I'll be finished you here and now and turn the other cheek.
So much pain and anger, so much sorrow in my soul,
look at what I've become. Hatred is so bold.
I want to, just break down and cry.
But no one can see the pain . . . No one will see me die.
I'm dead, with this cadaverous heart still here.
No one will come along, hold me close and call me "dear."
What did I do wrong to deserve no "I love you."
Or for you to hold me near?
But my thoughts have already spoken. . .
I'm rejected and broken.
