Broken Lyrics

Killing ourselves on the phone
Every night years ago
Suicide was better than rape
It was you who taught me to hate

I guess I'm through giving a damn
Couldn't fix you bet you know who I am

I can't call, what should I do
Your answering machine knew me better than you
I learned to hate, I do it too well
It's getting late, just send me to hell I guess I'm through giving a damn
Couldn't fix you bet you know who I am

There's so many things I wanna say
I always lose my nerve
I've f*cked you so many times in my head
I'm afraid you wouldn't be as good as you were

I guess I'm through giving a damn
Couldn't fix you bet you know who I am

I know who I am...

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