Broken Food

Are you going to say "hi" to me? What a waste of sympathy IÂ'm stuck in my stupid misery A self-centered son of a bitch... You know, I used to wake up in a good mood most everyday Now it shifts from grey to grey IÂ'm an arm short, but thatÂ's ok My head seems to be the problem You canÂ't bring me down; IÂ'm already there ThereÂ's nothing you can say; I no longer care IÂ'm sorry, but you canÂ't harm me with that attitude I was raised on broken food... Is there anything I can do for you? Ease your conscience for a minute or two? You can try Â'til your face turns blue With this self-centered son of a bitch You canÂ't bring me down; IÂ'm already there ThereÂ's nothing you can say; I no longer care IÂ'm sorry, but you canÂ't harm me with that attitude IÂ've been raised on broken food Are you going to say "hi" to me? You know IÂ'd really like that What I say and what I think might not be the same, you see... I would really, really like that