My Broken Road

He says I'm not the same
What is the same anymore?
I'm the one who gets all the blame
And i tell you, my brain is quite sore

To deal with all this hate
with only one person by your side
puts me in a dangerous state
to wait until it's died

But no matter what happens
i'll always have her
i know because she tells me
everytime it occurs

So i'll leave this broken road
and head towards the light
how great it feels to be rid of this load
as i turn out the light..and say goodnight