1999 Songtext
von Cailin Pitt

The characteristics of a broken kind of home
Your mother sleeps alone
Your father treats his own
The characteristics of a broken kind of heart
You curl up all alone
You don′t even know


You start to wonder
If you'll end up the same
Bitter and alone
No love to contain
Unable to see the beauty inside
Eyes pointed downwards
A propensity to lie