"Broken"
Don't go back to the broken child,
Just look back in the past of the wild,
Everyone starring not knowing what to do,
And the children going boo woo woo,
You can see it in there eyes the fear in the heartache.
There's pots and pans and glass shattering,
All around gives daddy a headache,
He finally opens his eyes,
And realizes his child's broken.
To late, broken hearted with signs of death,
Little child wanting but never getting,
Now she's dead and who's fault is it?
It's daddy's fault because he picked mommy over her.
It's not right the way she lived,
No one believing her,
Being abused, neglected, lied to,
It's not how she pictured life.
She had dreams that will never come true,
Picking friends that hurts her worse than family did,
By the lieing and not being helpful.
Now she's gone,
Gone to a better place,
Where they love her,
Not in a hell hole.
