In the eyes of the broken,
What is tomorrow,
But another day lost to hopin'?
Worthlessly wishing for something to change,
But nothing ever will.
It will always be the same.
In the eyes of the broken,
What is a promise,
But another broken vow
Without even a who, what, when or how.
Always forgiving but never letting go.
In the eyes of the broken,
What is forgiveness,
But merely giving in.
Not because they deserve it or because they mean the words they've said,
But because without them you're alone and on your own.
In the eyes of the broken,
What is loneliness,
But the day to day feeling
Of never fitting in,
When your friends aren't your friends,
And no one see's you there.
In the eyes of the broken,
What is a hopeful tomorrow,
But a daily broken promise,
Full of friends who don't care and people not being there.
In the eyes of the broken,
Its just an average broken day.
