I'm a problem child
Unraised, but somehow grown
Returning every night
To a broken home
Where fists were mouths
So words broke bones
But somewhere within
A metamorphosis took place
And I took off
Left without a trace
So my scars
Could finally be erased
Now I'm sleeping on benches
Got nowhere I belong
Not looking for a home
I never stay anywhere long
I'm always on the move
Running away from what's wrong
Now I'm beggin the question
Is broken better than alone?