I'm broken.
What an easy way out.
Justifications have ruled and defined me.
I blame it on humanity,
letting my fumes get in the way
like my beliefs don't have a say.
I blame it on complacency.
I was afraid of everything,
not trying as hard as them.
I'm really sick of the reasons, reasons.
So stop calling me. I'm calling treason.
I'm broken.
What an easy way out.
Justifications have ruled and defined me.
I'm hoping for a time without doubt
when motivation can change and unite me.
I blame it on heredity,
and being raised in such a mess
is my excuse for no success.
I blame it all financially.
I'm paying cash--not credit.
Refine my ego and a net.
I really sick of the reasons, reasons.
Stop calling me. I'm calling treason.
I'm broken.
What an easy way out.
Justifications have ruled and defined me.
I'm hoping for a time without doubt
when motivation can change and unite me.
Well getting about to the phone,
I was no longer my biggest rival.
I can still hear the echoes of screams,
not pleasant dreams (not pleasant dreams).
I really sick of the reasons, reasons.
I really sick of the reasons, reasons.
I really sick of those reasons!
I'm broken.
What an easy way out.
Justifications have ruled and defined me.
I'm hoping for a time without doubt
when motivation can change and unite me.
I'm broken.
What an easy way out.
Justifications have ruled and defined me.
I'm hoping for a time without doubt
when motivation can change and unite me.