Broken but Breathing

I woke up on the floor again,
Same four walls, same silent friends.
Empty bottle by my side,
Said it’d save me — that was a lie.

My mirror don’t talk to me no more,
Can’t stand the man I was before.
But I light a match in the pitch-black room,
Singin’ blues to fight the gloom.

I'm broken, but breathing, still not retreating,
Cursed with a heart that won’t stop beating.
Every scar I wear is the price of grace,
A war inside I still gotta face.
And though I stumble through the grieving —
I’m broken… but goddamn, I’m breathing.

Mama said, “Son, don’t you drown that fire.”
But the world soaked me in blood and wire.
Now I trade dreams for a pack of smokes,
And chase some calm through poison jokes.

I don’t blame God — I never did,
He don’t show up where the lost ones live.
But in every note, in every cry,
There’s a piece of me that won’t die.

I'm broken, but breathing, still not retreating,
Living in shadows but not conceding.
I loved like hell, and I fell like stone,
But I hurt myself ‘cause I hurt alone.
Yeah, I’m torn down, bruised and bleeding —
Still broken… but breathing.

I don’t wanna hate, though hate knows my name,
I don’t wanna burn, but I walk through flame.
So I sing my sins ‘til the pain lets go,
Blues is the church where I bare my soul.


I’m broken, but breathing, the wound’s not healing,
Still playing tunes that keep me feeling.
I forgave the world, but not my skin —
So I play this blues to keep it in.
And if you ask me why I’m still believing —
It’s ‘cause I’m broken… but I’m breathing.