The Broken Ones Part 2
They let us use them,
Beat and abuse them,
Just so can feel like us,
But we broke their trust,
Now we are the Broken Ones,
Burned by a thousand suns,
They tore apart everyone,
Always the Broken Ones,
They let us steal their innocence,
Break their minds and shatter sense,
We led them right under our wings,
We left as cold and empty things,
Now we are the Broken Ones,
We had thought we won,
When all was said and done,
Always the Broken Ones,
They followed us to their demise,
They took for truths what were lies,
We made them feel hated and unwanted,
All the memories make us haunted,
Now we are the Broken Ones,
The words we spoke made them shun,
We saw them as jokes, it was fun,
Always the Broken Ones.
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