Broken Man
Let me tell every single one of you a story
One of which that ends without a hero shrouded in glory
But a story of an average soul, who is no longer whole
Let me tell you of a man who lives in a rotten hellhole
Now he doesn’t have anything special about him
He doesn’t want whomever he sees to cater to his every whim
Sometimes it’s just best to blend into the background
Perhaps then he can fade into his thoughts without a sound
All that noise stuck within his head, lord he wishes it could be dead
But all he sees is the bloody red, as he is crushed under the words he said
He’ll try to close his eyes and get an ounce of sleep
But instead he’ll just continue to roll over and weep
Like that rain that pours over the head of a broken heart
He knows how it feels—the pain of seeing a love part
That one girl who just seemed to make everything right
The one who he could talk to well into the gloomy night
But now that girl he called the sun seems to have gone
Spreading her golden, angelic wings and flown to the higher dawn
Over his head, straight into the heart of the skies above his eyes
As he watched those tiny specks of love fly away and die
Like little clouds of dust they fell upon him and into his hands
But they just fell right through the cracks like grains of sand
And then were twisted in the pools of tears falling from his eyes like fountains
Sad as it was to see, he knew to get her back would be harder than climbing a mountain
So what did he do? He tried his best to find ways to cope
But any man can tell you that it’s not so easy to keep your hope
When she doesn’t say a single word when your eyes meet
He must’ve felt as if he was going to die from the heat
His face turned as red as the roses he used to give her every anniversary
And when those days rolled around, those black eyes become as red as can see
As those tears fell once again like a rainstorm crashing against the ground
Sometimes he just wanted to blend in and die quickly without a sound
Oh but this story still has no ending in sight, as you can see
Because my friend, this man is still living, as you know-- that broken man is me.
One of which that ends without a hero shrouded in glory
But a story of an average soul, who is no longer whole
Let me tell you of a man who lives in a rotten hellhole
Now he doesn’t have anything special about him
He doesn’t want whomever he sees to cater to his every whim
Sometimes it’s just best to blend into the background
Perhaps then he can fade into his thoughts without a sound
All that noise stuck within his head, lord he wishes it could be dead
But all he sees is the bloody red, as he is crushed under the words he said
He’ll try to close his eyes and get an ounce of sleep
But instead he’ll just continue to roll over and weep
Like that rain that pours over the head of a broken heart
He knows how it feels—the pain of seeing a love part
That one girl who just seemed to make everything right
The one who he could talk to well into the gloomy night
But now that girl he called the sun seems to have gone
Spreading her golden, angelic wings and flown to the higher dawn
Over his head, straight into the heart of the skies above his eyes
As he watched those tiny specks of love fly away and die
Like little clouds of dust they fell upon him and into his hands
But they just fell right through the cracks like grains of sand
And then were twisted in the pools of tears falling from his eyes like fountains
Sad as it was to see, he knew to get her back would be harder than climbing a mountain
So what did he do? He tried his best to find ways to cope
But any man can tell you that it’s not so easy to keep your hope
When she doesn’t say a single word when your eyes meet
He must’ve felt as if he was going to die from the heat
His face turned as red as the roses he used to give her every anniversary
And when those days rolled around, those black eyes become as red as can see
As those tears fell once again like a rainstorm crashing against the ground
Sometimes he just wanted to blend in and die quickly without a sound
Oh but this story still has no ending in sight, as you can see
Because my friend, this man is still living, as you know-- that broken man is me.