i was always so scared of falling
did anyone notice iv been doing just that?
now you know
now i know
maybe falling is the answer

I used to think your lips tasted like rain
But now the storms in my head
And my cloudy eyes are pouring
And I can't quite figure out how to find the sun

your smile taste like a summer storm
and i don't mind being caught in the rain

little broken girls
with hurting eyes
and scarred up thighs

little broken boys
with sharp knifes
and sad lifes

little broken world
with hurting kids
makes it hard to live

little broken world

The kids who have pencil sharpeners that can no longer sharpen
who use lighters but dont smoke
Who wear makeup on their arms instead of their face
who's eyes are red from crying, not getting high
Heres to the kids who are broken
Not because they deserve it
But because life is a gamble
A game
And they lost