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Papa Roach - Broken Home
I can´t seem to
Fight these feelings
I'm caught in the middle of this
My wounds are not healing
I'm stuck in between my parents
I wish I had someone to talk to
Someone to confide in
I just want to know the truth
I just want to know the truth
Broken home
All alone
I know my mother loves me
But does my father even care
If I'm sad or angry
You were never ever there
When I needed you
I hope you regret what you did
I think I know the truth
Your father did the same to you
I'm crying day and night now
What is wrong with me?
I cannot fight now
I fell like a weak link
Push it back inside
It feels bad to be alone
Crying by yourself
Living in a broken home
How could I tell it so all y´all could feel it
Depression strikes hard like my old earth
Would tell it
To me, her son, she told me I´m the one
Pain bottled up about to blow like a gun
Stories that I tell are nonfiction
And you can´t take it back
'Cause it´s already done
Broken home
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