Broken Food

Are you going to say «hi"to me?
What a waste of sympathy
Iґm stuck in my stupid misery
A self-centered son of a bitch…
You know, I used to wake up in a good mood most everyday
Now it shifts from grey to grey
Iґm an arm short, but thatґs ok My head seems to be the problem
You canґt bring me down; Iґm already there
Thereґs nothing you can say; I no longer care
Iґm sorry, but you canґt 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 ґtil your face turns blue
With this self-centered son of a bitch
You canґt bring me down; Iґm already there
Thereґs nothing you can say; I no longer care
Iґm sorry, but you canґt harm me with that attitude
Iґve been raised on broken food
Are you going to say «hi"to me?
You know Iґd really like that
What I say and what I think might not be the same, you see…
I would really, really like that