[A/N: I was reviewing some old cd's and came across 'Broken Home' by Papa Roach and thought: hey, it might work. So here it is.]

Broken Home All alone Broken Home All Alone

"JOEY!" came Serenity's muffled cry's as the car drove away. "Serenity!" Young Joey yelled as he chased after the car. He couldn't bear to lose Serenity, she was the glue that held him together. [Gotta catch her, I can't lose her!] Slowly, as if watching the scene from outside himself, he stumbled. His forward motion came to a sudden halt as he tripped and fell, splashing down in a large muddy puddle. Joey rose to his knees in time to see the car turn the corner and disappear. Joey smashed his clenched fists against the surface of the puddle, re-drenching his already soaked shirt. [Serenity..no..] Joey sat there for what seemed like hours, staring off into the distance, as if at some

I can't seem to fight these feelings I'm caught in the middle of this My wounds are not healing I'm stuck in between my parents

Joey rose to his knees in time to see the car turn the corner and disappear. Joey smashed his clenched fists against the surface of the puddle, re-drenching his already soaked shirt. [Serenity..no..] Joey sat there for what seemed like hours, staring off into the distance, as if at some bizarre moment Serenity would race over the rise and back to her big brother, saying it was only a joke, but no, she wasn't coming back.

I wish i had someone to talk to Someone I could confide in I just want to know the truth I just want to know the truth Want to know the truth

All he felt now was despair, despair and hatred, for his mother.

Broken home All alone

I know my sister loves me But does my mother even care If I'm sad or angry You were never ever there When I needed you I hope you regret what you did I think I know the truth Your mother did the same to you Did the same to you Did the same to you

"You had no right to take her." Joey breathed. He leapt up with a shout, "You hear me? YOU HAD NO RIGHT!!!!" He shouted

I'm crying day and night now What is wrong with me I cannot fight now I feel like a weak link Push it back inside A weak link

He started walking down the street, hands shoved into his pockets. He couldn't go home, not right now. The house seemed so empty now.

It feels bad to be alone Crying by yourself Living in a broken home How could i tell it So all you could feel it Depression strikes hard Just like my old earth would tell it To me , her bro She told me I'm the one Pain bottled up Bout to blow like a gun Stories that I tell are nonfiction And you can take it back cuz it's already done

BROKEN HOME! BROKEN HOME!

So empty..

Can't seem to fight these feelings Caught in the middle of this My wounds are not healing Stuck in between my parents

BROKEN HOME! BROKEN HOME!

So very empty..