Broken
Being broken occurs to all of us.
We feel alone like this world is against us.
Feeling as if we got struck by a bus.
Making feel as if I rather not deal with this pain.
Dancing in this rain.
Feeling as if I am going insane.
As if I am having a party.
But no one ever came.
What a shame.
Brokeness. Shameful.
Both words hard to recognize
And I don't want to emphasize
The dramaticness and painfulness of them
I don't want to hear them.
What a shame.
What a shame.
We all play in this game.
But no one is to blame.
We are broken
Can't we be made wide open?
We feel alone like this world is against us.
Feeling as if we got struck by a bus.
Making feel as if I rather not deal with this pain.
Dancing in this rain.
Feeling as if I am going insane.
As if I am having a party.
But no one ever came.
What a shame.
Brokeness. Shameful.
Both words hard to recognize
And I don't want to emphasize
The dramaticness and painfulness of them
I don't want to hear them.
What a shame.
What a shame.
We all play in this game.
But no one is to blame.
We are broken
Can't we be made wide open?