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.
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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
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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