Broken
It is Friday around midnight
I tried to hold on with all my might
I am so close to giving up the fight
To say I am fine would be a lie
What can I do when my soul is broken
I have just about lost all hope and
Frankly I do not give a damn
Nothing can be done
This is who I am
It is now Saturday and I am feeling dismayed
I barely got myself out of bed today
It was not supposed to turn out this way
I am through telling myself it will be okay
What can I do when my soul is broken
I have just about lost all hope and
Frankly I do not give a damn
Nothing can be done
This is who I am
Sunday is here and it feels so weird
Where are you lord please come here
Hold me close and tell me not to fear
I am falling apart isn't it clear
Why should I try when my life is all wrong
A broken record stock on the same song
Scratching and scratching with no relief
What can I do when my soul is broken
I have just about lost all hope and
Frankly I do not give a damn
Nothing can be done
This is who I am
Nothing can be done
This is who I am
Autor(es): N. M. Martin
