Broken Songtext
von The Devil Wears Prada

I hate when I get left alone
I′m sure that all these calls are getting old
A short drive just get me home
The cost is nowhere near to what I owe

From the back of the car it's sinking in
Like a shot of fear and adrenaline
I′m a lost cause with nothing left
Can't you see that?

My hands are torn up
From all these broken bottles
I can't stand, lost too much
I know I′ve got my problems

I know I′ve got my problems

How did it start?
This episode
Is got me crawling and flying
I'm high and I′m low


I watch from afar and make my bets
As you sit back and light a cigarette
A lost cause with nothing left
Can't you see that?

My hands are torn up
From all these broken bottles
I can′t stand, lost too much
I know I've got my problems
Everyday I′m afraid
That I might find the bottom
My hands are torn up
I know I've got my problems

I know I've got my problems
I know I′ve got my problems

Drink it down, I′m on empty
Shaking now, please don't worry
It surrounds all that I see
I′m on empty


My hands are torn up
From all these broken bottles
I can't stand, lost too much
I know I′ve got my problems
Everyday I'm afraid
That I might find the bottom
My hands are torn up
I know I′ve got my problems
I've got my problems
I know I've got my problems