Broken homes are not exceptions anymore,

It feels like a club that kids have begun belonging to.

Where our rules are clear,

Where our loyalties are blurred.

Broken homes are not exceptions anymore,

We learn how ugly words get early in life

and spend the rest trying to humanise our demons

It’s in our roots,

in our veins,

in the blood that we use to stain

every heart that we use to heal the pain.

Broken homes are not exceptions anymore,

Why does logic replace our hearts?

Because love runs out, and we’ve seen it firsthand

It wasn’t our battle but it became our war.

Broken homes are not exceptions anymore.