Walking down the Street again
With the rain over my head
With that shadow around my neck
A little sound like I was insane
I found a little boy
Crying in silence
Clutching his legs
With a lump in the throat
But he started to talk
Why do you ignore me? I'm not a broken part
You keep hiding me, except when you need my heart
You tell stories about people who come for me
But then you lock me in a black hole like I was a rotten leaf
I know that maybe, I have an ugly face
I'm your great fear, that is inside your head
A rose that can prick you, with its thorns
I'm a guide rock, I'm a bridge of bones
Break me, for another sad song
From another weirdo, of another drink
Break me, for another sad song
From another weirdo, of another drink
Break me, for another sad song
Everybody is a weirdo
But what does it mean?
Break me, so I finally could be free
And you'll be me, but don't be scared to