I hate it when people say it should be easy to pray
It should be easy to give thanks
Yet at the same time they talk about how
My home is a little bit broken
My arms are always a little bit to open
My lifestyle is a little bit of a joke and...
I'm done
Take a look at your life
Different girl laying next to you every night
Can't even tell that she is about to cry
Then you kick her out
Leaving her wondering why
As her friends dry her eyes and yours
Give her the stink eye

In the street as they pass by

Never even thinking what she has to hide

Her broken heart

Guy after guy

She's living a life full of lies

And broken promises

She's broken.

And you helped break her.