I'm not broken,
Just slightly used
A worn out bag
A man confused
I'm not broken
Not exactly crap
Just someone who worries
about being a sad chap
I'm not broken
You can see from my smile
Its not really a facade
Something I'm trying to style
I'm not broken
I'm functioning at best
No longer tied to other harms
Of which I can attest.
I'm not broken
I'm one of those buoyant folk
The ones who have a glassy grin
You wish would explode in smoke.
I'm not broken
I might say this often
To hope that you don't see me
and I'll be soon forgotten.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 7:30 AM UTC
I'm not broken,
Just slightly used
A worn out bag
A man confused
I'm not broken
Not exactly crap
Just someone who worries
about being a sad chap
I'm not broken
You can see from my smile
Its not really a facade
Something I'm trying to style
I'm not broken
I'm functioning at best
No longer tied to other harms
Of which I can attest.
I'm not broken
I'm one of those buoyant folk
The ones who have a glassy grin
You wish would explode in smoke.
I'm not broken
I might say this often
To hope that you don't see me
and I'll be soon forgotten.
Audio here https://daveashley.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2025/06/NotBroken.mp3
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