Papa Roach - Broken Home

To: My family


It feels bad to be alone
Crying by yourself
Living in a broken home
How could I tell it
So all y'all could feel it
Depression strikes hard
Just like my old earth would tell it
To me, her son, she told me I'm the one
Pain bottled up about to blow like a gun
Stories that I tell are non-fiction
And you can take it back
Cause it's already done