Broken

Broken, it's the feeling that you get when you burn out in LA
Tryna chase a dream but you're bleeding for a cheap minimum wage
Yeah I'm sinking in my chest but I tell my friends I'm okay
I'm okay

Not the type, the type to cry I'd rather hide
Instead of show you what I'm feeling
But I won't lie to you tonight I'm numb inside
Oh wanna give it up

Sick of living what I can't control
Oh the minute I think I'm winning
I hit all time low

Maybe I'm jumping the gun
But I'm a ghost and I've got nothing to show
Think I've had enough

Wanna give it up and just go home
Frozen with the fear inside my brain
And I don't wanna complain
But it's hard to be complacent

When you're breaking down and broke
27 years old making music in a basement
Not the type, the type of life don't wanna die
Before I see what I've been dreaming

Hope I don't run out of time
Oh wanna give it up
Sick of living what I can't control
Oh the minute I think I'm winning

I hit all time low
Maybe I'm jumping the gun
But I'm a ghost and I've got nothing to show
Think I've had enough

Wanna give it up and just go home
The fear outside of my control
Won't be the fear I let control me
But you said I'd never walk alone
So why do I still feel so lonely