Broken

The night is dark and long,    
My body and brain are so wrong,    
I'm a broken person,    
Of that, I am certain.    
I ruined my mom's only chance of fun,    
Because my body wanted to run,    
I had heart palpitations, I'm broken,    
I can't seem to get myself to function,    
My brain and my body are in a bad position,    
I feel lesser than phlegm,    
My health came between them,    
Between my mother and a good time,    
I kept her away from something sublime,    
Between her and the first Christmas party    
That wasn't ruined by someone acting douchy,    
Mad at her for being a few minutes late,    
And I ruined it, myself, I hate.    
If I didn't have people depending on me,    
I would make her much more happy,    
And I would jump out on the freeway,    
And take the problem away.    
I hate living in this skin,    
It's been over a decade since I've been    
To an event like this, if I had known    
That I would be shaken to the bone    
By music so loud, I wouldn't have gone,    
My torso and heart had hurt from the beat,    
Making my body bend and retreat,    
My senses to sound are so god damn wrong,    
My body is so wrong, and my brain is so wrong.    
I hate that I am this way,    
I hate that I made her cry this way,    
Sorry is all I have to say.