The Broken Ones

Waiting for the rain to start

I live my life trying not to fall apart

Spend way too much on my shopping cart

Filled with life’s bowl of candy

 

But wait

The candy isn’t for my plate

It goes to those who add to hate

The sugar is too sweet for me

 

Loving the truth is never easy

Especially when it’s wrong

 

I don’t deserve to feel the way I do

But neither does he, neither do you

The whole wide world is ours to make

With handmade love and hand rolled clay

We are meant for something more

All someone’s daughter, someone’s son

We are all the broken ones

 

We fall, we steal, we bend, we feel

We fall. We steal, we bend, we feel,

 

Touch me where I need it most

Inside my heart, I’ve put a moat

Alligators and soldiers stand at post

Waiting for someone to come

 

My brain needs some stimulation

I’m sick of lifelong simulations

My future is my own fixation

It’s not very clear

 

Loving the truth is never easy

Especially when it’s when wrong

 

I don’t deserve to feel the way I do

But neither does he, neither do you

The whole wide world is ours to make

With handmade love and hand rolled clay

We are meant for something more

All someone’s daughter, someone’s son

We are all the broken ones

 

We fall, we steal, we bend, we feel

We fall. We steal, we bend, we feel,

 

We feel the loneliness when we aren’t alone

I feel my heart turning into stone

Statues of me are nothing but bone

Remnants of a short life lived

 

A short life now life living free

On an earth that sings along

 

I don’t deserve to feel the way I do

But neither does he, neither do you

The whole wide world is ours to make

With handmade love and hand rolled clay

We are meant for something more

All someone’s daughter, someone’s son

We are all the broken ones

 

We fall we heal, we bend, we feel

We fall, we heal, we bend, we feel

 

Stand tall, it’s real, we’ll mend, we feel
We are all the broken ones