#Lyrics Broken Home-Papa Roach

Broken home, all alone
Broken home, all alone
I can’t seem to fight these feelings
I’m caught in the middle of this
And my wounds are not healing
I’m stuck in between my parents
I wish I had someone to talk to
Someone I could confide in
I just want to know the truth
I just want to know the truth
Want to know the truth!
Broken home
All alone
I know my mother loves me
But does my father even care?
If I’m sad or angry
You were never ever there
When I needed you
I hope you regret what you did
I think I know the truth
Your father did the same to you
Did the same to you!
I’m crying day and night now
What is wrong with me?
I cannot fight now
I feel like a weak link
Crying day and night now
What is wrong with me?
I cannot fight now
I feel like a weak link
(Push it back inside) 4X
A weak link
Broken home, all alone
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, ’bout to blow like a gun
Stories that I tell
Are nonfiction
And you can’t take it back ’cause it’s already done
Can’t seem to fight these feelings
Caught in the middle of this
My wounds are not healing
Stuck in between my parents
This song is about divorce. Although my parents never got divorced, they were separated for pretty much all of my life, until the day my dad passed away. Since I never really lived with my father, that I can remember I know I did when I was a baby, I technically come from a broken home.
What made things worse was the fact that the constant male figures in my life typically left. My oldest brother always left. He won’t say he did. He ran away when he was 16 and from then on he was only around every couple of years. It is actually very surprising that he’s been in the same state since 2011.
It was a broken home, but it was my home. I have one brother who sees the positive and one that see only negative. I’m kind of in between.

Even broken crayons color


I am a firm believer that whatever we go thru has made us who we are. I am a champion. I have taken this saying from a Fall Out Boy song called Champion. Because it says…”If I can live thru this… I can do anything… Champion, Champion…” I have gone thru a lot and I am still here. I am still standing. I am still breathing. Some of the things that we can go thru can break us down. Tear us apart… and leave us battered and bruised… But let me tell you. even broken crayons still color.

I think we are all a little broken. I have a friend who is very cynical. He likes to be that kind of person who says things like we’re all dead inside etc. Although he may be broken, he is still one of the brightest crayons I have ever seen. He is a vivid color. And he shines brightly. He paints a smile on everyone’s face that he comes in contact with.

So if you’re feeling a little beaten down and broken… it is okay because you are still a bright crayon in my book.