Everything is broken It’s about to get worse I know what’s wrong with everyone I know just what to do If I could punch you every moment Then I could fix you Everything is broken So I make my own truth It isn’t really lying cuz I’m not even there I know what’s wrong with you Cuz I live in your head It isn’t really me sleeping in my bed Everything is broken I live outside myself Reality is bad for my health No one can handle my sad little poem A little girl got broken And she never went home by Richard W. Bray
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