Broken Home - Abby Stewart Two Rooms, Two Beds, feel so alone, Trying to survive in my broken home. I know its not my fault, I've been told before, But it doesn't help, I just wanna feel whole. Chorus My broken home, I don't belong, When will all this reality come crashing on me, By now I'm sure that no one's coming for me, So I sit alone here in my Broken Home. My mind flashes back to better times, No boarded up windows Everything was fine Not a single person mad, No choice of Mom or Dad But now I'm sure that I will have to go back to Chorus My broken home, I don't belong, When will all this reality come crashing on me, By now I'm sure that no one's coming for me, So I sit alone here in my Broken Home. Waiting after school, waiting all alone Trying to remember which I'm headin to, Truck pulls in, and I know where I'm off to His house is small , but he says there is room for me. I'm leaving my Broken Home far behind me I look beside me and he's smiling And right now I'm sure I'm never gonna go back, I'm never going back To my Broken Home