Broken Down
CHORUS(Emma W.):
So broken down down and I ain’t got a clue
Feeling this rock bottom it ain’t nothing new
I’ll I’ve ever know makes me who I am today
Comfort in my madness makes it hard to stray
Verse:
It shouldn’t be this way, she shouldn’t be encaged
Shes a bird born with wings, but shes thinks they’re legs
Strutting through the forest, stumbles in a hole
Shes surrounded by her horrors and shes so uncomfortable
Un-aware of how she’s gonna manage
She feels stranded living off what ever she is handed
People take advantage and she sees it as advancement
The roots of all her problems are the roots of what shes planted
She broke her lakes tied together and they come unglued
Getting worried cause she doesn’t know what she can do
Always looking for an escape or something new
Those bad roots, you need to cut them loose
Cause you’ve been living in a hole forever
And I’m here to pull you out but you’re scared to flock your feathers
Whats even worse is that you won’t even try
But as time goes by close your eyes and you’ll fly
CHORUS
Verse2:
He’s an eagle, nah he’s evil
Helping other people but he’s caught up in his ego
Its all deceitful a wolf in sheeps clothing
Cloaked by the deep in hand he’s been holding
It could be good, needs to change and he wish he could
But he ran into a tree and he’s stuck in wood
Starved, eats more shit than a stomach should
Hardly breathing and he sees he’s been misunderstood
It’s a welcome to the neighborhood of misfits
Where you can see your whole life but then its gone in an instant
I wish that they didn’t have to breath with broken beaks
Smashed eyes they can’t see who they’re supposed to be
It’s a minute and they’re caught inside depression
And instead of getting help, they just wrestle with confessions
Time is of the essence, things are getting worse
They never learned their lesson on how to sing with a chirp
CHORUS
VerseMacLethal:
They’re covered in the madness
Every single day they’re having fights about the oven and the cabinets
How to fit the covers on the mattress
When the thing the need to do is try to save each other from the traffic
Cars, trucks, hard, luck
Damsels in distress that are star-struck
Wine drinking art fucks Time shrinking bar drunks
Life is so predictable like me saying chai tea at starbucks
But I’d rather see progression with the rhymes
So I make the story better every time here we go
The moral of the story is the studder how you really feel
Both of them grew wings when life had cut up their Achilles heel
And now their ears pop from the cabin pressure
All the turbulence rattling their jagged feathers
The rapid weather, and the rain
It makes me wanna open up my wings and fly again
CHORUS