Oh, you poor, poor, child
Sitting on cardboard boxes,
Your thoughts gone wild
As you place your hand on your chest,
Tears start swelling up again
That's when I can't help but wonder,
Who's The Broken One?
Is it me, or is it you?
I wonder which is true...
The sky is red, or rather, the sky is blue?
Red is for you, your vengeful soul
Blue is for me, the dying soul
Once again I wonder,
Who's The Broken One?
Is it me, or is it you?
All my pondering will never do...
I will leave it up to the remnants of my soul,
While yours is a whole.
Decide, my young one
Whether you'll settle with red or blue...
