Broken, broken. Words I've spoken. Life I've chosen
agony.
Hungry, hungry. Don't you want me? Feed me here
helplessly.
Broken, hungry, hopeless me.
Tear me down, so viciously
Judge me here right on the street
then pass me by,  ignorantly
I'm hungry, cold, and hopeless
and you think it's all a choice.
You think I'd chose to do this
but it's my parents vice.
I ran away from them
I didn't think twice
For, he used me and abused me, and I had no where to run
but to these streets of hopelessness,
where I had freedom.