Broken Songs


My headphones on,
Hood around head,
I block out the world,
Pretend it's all dead.
I'm tired of the hurt,
Tired of the pain,
But someone once told me
Just to dance in the rain.
So I turn up the volume
And forget the brokeness.
I guess you could say,
I really needed this.

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