It's so easy for you to fucking criticize
with big blue eyes and sheltered lives
while I survived those worthless nights.
And you wonder why I'm fucking bitter and cold.
I was pushed aside and left to die,
forced to make it on my own.
Bled myself out and now I can't sell my soul.
I reached out to demons but even they left me alone.
Bastard boys and broken bones.
Shattered pride and broken homes.
Jaded youth and born to lose.
I wish, I wish I never felt abuse.
Did you think, after everything I faced, nothing would
change and that I'd still remain the same?
If you look through these eyes
and you walk in these shoes you'd get buried alive
and swallowed by shattered youth.
Bastard boys and broken bones.
Shattered pride and broken homes.
Jaded youth and born to lose.
I wish, I wish I never felt abuse.
Say what you say. It holds no weight.
We're broken bastard boys.