Song I wrote.
Broken Home by Saint Richie
17 years I have grown
inside this broken home.
The lies my parents told
the pain as I grow old
the friends I never knew
My life is just off cue
I sit in bed – I won’t fall asleep tonight
I lay around and stare
thinking how little I care
I’m left here all alone
inside this broken home
The tears dry on my eyes
There’re no more reasons left to cry
They say they understand
the problems I had to stand
So why don’t their words fix the pain
from the problems that fill my heart with shame?
So I sit in bed – I will have another restless night
I lay around and stare
thinking how little I care
I’m left here all alone
inside this broken home
I lay around and stare
thinking how little I care
Cause I’m left here all alone
inside this broken home
Please, is someone there?
Can you mend a heart that teared?
I need you here tonight
to show me what is right
Cause I’m here all alone
Inside this broken home
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