Well I was sixteen when my daddy died, too young to understand
The difference between right and wrong, and how to be a man
Fell in love maybe once or twice, and then fell flat on my face
When you've got a broken heart there is a past you can't erase
Here's to all the broken people with the stories you won't hear
And all my fellow addicts who made it through another year
To everyone who doubts thеmselves on the things thеy cannot change
Well one day you may see these things are what made me who I am
Singing songs around the city with all my heartless friends
Can't help but wonder if I'll ever make amends
For all the good there's bad, but I am not an evil man
My skin is tainted from the things I've seen, but whose to blame for that?
Here's to all the broken people with the stories you won't hear
And all my fellow addicts who made it through another year
To everyone who doubts themselves on the things they cannot change
Well one day you may see these things are what made me who I am
