Who Wants A Broken Boy

from by Casey Fallen

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This room seems so cold today.

I sit with the hum of my speakers, lights, they blink.

Pen in hand, I think, I think.


I write my heart to be spit at, to be ridiculed.

She told me I was famous, when did that happen?


They are the stars, those I sit with.

They sing my songs to me.


I write my heart to be spit at, to be ridiculed.

She told me I was famous, when did that happen?


It’s not working, they can’t make me quite.

We are so broken.

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from Atmospheric Disturbances, track released July 15, 2014

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Casey Fallen Los Angeles

The music is electronic, ambient, and full of the same dark mystery that rummages through the streets of Los Angeles; only to be broken with the coming of the dawn.

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