Broken, Broken
Ever before success would be spoken, You already know deep down inside you would stay broken, Swaying back and forth all my mistakes and shame, choked up and suffocated in life so with death I'll find the same. Say your peace your opinions of me upon my ashes whole their smoken I was always and forever. Fate of pain and broken. I'm broken, I'm broken.
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