Who knows where it leads,
But it goes where it needs,

I step across this broken road,
At night and during the day,
I stop and think about it, every time I play,
My life will never be the same,
It's always going to be lame.

This broken road is my, small little heart,
It leads its own way,
When I want it to stay,
But it's time for it to go away.
My death is coming near,
Mother, please do stay clear,
The angels are waiting,
I will not live to go dating.

This broken road of mine,
Is healing as on time,
I'm happier and smiling,
I'm okay now Mother,
There's no need to be lying.