Broken

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Lyrics:
Tag on the playground was a blast in simpler times
Having that first kiss hidden under the pines
Kickball with friends was so mindlessly fun
At the arcade for hours, now that was the one

Those times are gone, and now division reigns
Every yarn that’s spun is about some fake pain
Innocence of youth is ripe for desecration
The pureness stripped and primed for indoctrination

I’m broken by the thoughts of yesterday
When we had fun being lost and not knowing the way
Our disagreements were as minor as what music to like
We’d find joy in the little things and rest easy at night

Meeting different people in new school classes
Being bummed when you learned you needed glasses
Sneaking hidden glances at your secret crush
Giddy at the thought of a simple shared touch

No one was locked to a cell phone in their hand
People were just fine born a woman or a man
Muh-representation, nobody really cared
Political stance wasn't something we shared

I’m broken by the thoughts of yesteryear
When love of the same gender was all that was queer
Nobody gave a shit about whether they’re seen
And words had little power, just some jerks being mean

Those simple days gone, now a world divided
Pushed to the edge every day that we fight it
Just trying to reclaim what happiness we had
Changes being forced to only drudge up the bad
Surrounded by pretenders only spreading their lies
What happened to the innocence in our children’s eyes
You must conform or you’ll be ostracized
Those who steal the money control all the lives

I’m broken by the times that have come and gone
When I could just kick back and enjoy some song
We stood as one on the issues that mattered
And came together when future hopes seemed shattered

We live in a cesspool of wicked division
When destroying hopes and dreams seems like some people’s mission
Can we escape the Hell that’s infected our life
A question that I ask while I stare at this knife