Broken Food

Are you going to say hi to me?

What a waste of sympathy

I'm stuck in my stupid misery

Self-centered son of a bitch

You know, I used to wake up in a good mood most every day

Now it shifts from grey to grey

I'm an arm short but that's okay

My head seems to be the problem

You can't bring me down

I am already there

There's nothing you can say

I no longer care

I'm sorry but you can't harm me with that attitude

I was raised on broken food

Is there anything I can do for you?

Ease your conscience for a minute or two?

You can try till your face turns blue

Self-centered son of a bitch

You can't bring me down

I am already there

There's nothing you can say

I no longer care

I'm sorry but you can't harm me with that attitude

I was raised on broken food

I was raised on broken food

Are you going to say hi to me?

I would really like that

What I say and what I do might not be the same, you see

I would really really like that

You can't bring me down

I am already there

There's nothing you can say

I no longer care

I'm sorry but you can't harm me with that attitude

I was raised on broken food

You can't bring me down

I am already there

There's nothing you can say

I no longer care

I'm sorry but you can't harm me with that attitude

I was raised on broken food

I was raised on broken food

I was raised on broken food

I was raised on broken food