Broken - Denace

Yeah, there’s two kinds of people today

There’s happy people

And there’s people like me

You think you know me, please

You have no idea

You think my life is great

Shit, I cover up the tears

We don’t go back this time

For a place to call my own

For a place that I call home

We don’t go back this time

For a place to call my own

For a place that I call home

Where the fuck are you at Spence?

Pick up the phone

You haven’t called back since- I’m feeling alone

You got a girl now?

Forgetting your close friends?

Feeling hopeless, just so you know this

I’m 'bout to dose benzos through dead cold

Bent over the bed, no (ugh), nevermind that, bro

Tipsy over the edge, yo, my chest needs a less load

Depressed, not knowing what’s next, so

I keep smoking, I know soon I’ll have a heart attack

The last cancer stick, that crushed the camel’s back

And now I’m drinking and drivin', tears fillin' my eyes

I should crash under these Vanilla Skies

Concealing these feelings but it’s killing myself

You were always one of the few willing to help

But lately you don’t respond when I hit up your cell

My tank needs a fill-up stranded in the pits of this hell

We don’t go back this time

For a place to call my own

For a place that I call home

We don’t go back this time

For a place to call my own

For a place that I call home

Seven missed calls, please stop hittin' this cell

All this dude does is complain, it’s giving me hell

I know sometimes he’s trapped and he’s feeling in jail

But that don’t mean he gotta bring me to that prison as well

Oh, another call?

Now, I’m truly just pissed

Decline, decline, decline, you’re stupid as shit

We were supposed to be there for the fans, make music I think

But when we hang, all you do is just drink

You got me chain smoking as I ruin my health

Want to give up on music, not even do it myself

Sick of leading this life, best friend’s seein' a dead end

To get a piece of the pie, the key is bein' a legend

But all he sees is depression so I’m guessing it’s over

If you admire Em' so much, then why ain’t you gettin' sober?

It’s time to clean out the closet and act like a soldier

Fuck it, whatever, I’m comin' over

We don’t go back this time

For a place to call my own

For a place that I call home

We don’t go back this time

For a place to call my own

For a place that I call home

Spencer!

(phone dialing) Dammit!

(ringing) Pick up the phone man!

C’mon please, (pill bottles shaking in the background) pick up the phone,

please pick up the phone (phone continues to ring)

I can’t take this shit no more man, please

Yo, just answer this one time, bro (answering machine picks up)

FUCK!

Can’t take this shit no more (Beeeeep!)

Really?

Another voicemail you sent me to

I guess this is my goodbye, I’ma end it too

I can’t stop thinkin' about the bitter truth

I hate this rap shit now, Spence, it’s pitiful

I quit it through, finished, done, I’m miserable

Reached my wits end, fuck the world, diggin' through

Cause no one appreciates the time I’ve thrown in this

I’m getting too old for rejection so I blow a kiss

Eminem, Slim Shady, Marshall Mathers

You bit his style, his life, mimic his mannerisms

I don’t think you understand your physics

Can this get a hold of you and your image

I’m so sick and tired of being judged

Being such a great rapper is depleting love

And I don’t have the passion or even feel the rush

To write a song for the world so I’m giving up

We don’t go back this time

For a place to call my own

For a place that I call home

We don’t go back this time

For a place to call my own

For a place that I call home