Broken Boy - Thief

She took a bottle of cola and a magazine

She didn’t want to be seen

But she couldn’t let go

The city was a graveyard of machines

She looked for meaning

on the radio

I take back the things I’ve done

But I’m just a broken boy

And I hate all I’ve begun

But I’m just a broken boy

She’d never been down that road before

She was afraid to go

She was afraid to move

It didn’t seem to matter that I was already dead

I heard what she said

She didn’t want to go

I take back the things I’ve done

But I’m just a broken boy

And I hate all I’ve begun

But I’m just a broken boy

Just a broken boy

Just a broken boy

Just a broken boy

Just a broken boy

Cause I’m just a broken boy

Cause I’m just a broken boy