Murray A. Lightburn
Murray A. Lightburn
Murray A. Lightburn
Murray A. Lightburn
Murray A. Lightburn
Murray A. Lightburn
Murray A. Lightburn
Murray A. Lightburn
Murray A. Lightburn
Murray A. Lightburn
[Verse 1]
Your claws are sharper now
While the prey lay low
But the wounds are forthcoming
Forthcoming
[Verse 2]
That's some affliction
Where did that come from?
Oh, mama she gone cry herself to sleep
Everyday and every night
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm not broken
Not gonna break down
I'm not broken
Not gonna break down
[Outro]
(I'm not broken)
(Not gonna break down)
(I'm not broken)
(Not gonna break down)
(I'm not broken)
(Not gonna break down)
(I'm not broken)
(Not gonna break down)