Broken

You had me believing we were broken So we painted our faces and grew our hair Adolescence spelled out in eyeliner There's no shortcuts through there Would you still sing my name If no-one ever listened? Still write down how it felt If no-one ever reads? All the same kind of nothing But our nothings don't function the same Soft and lost and lonely Long, dark and sustained Would you still sing my name If no-one ever listened? Still write down how it felt If no-one ever reads? But to make yourself feel nothing To not feel anything Oh what a waste What a waste Would you still sing my name If no-one ever listened? Still write down how it felt If no-one ever reads?