Yours

wrote this for some crazy girl I was talking to during the summer

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Standing

Everything

For You

Still

Needed Needed

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хочу улететь подальше но я не знаю
и я так сомневаюсь лучше пойду набухаюсь
наберу себе ванну буду довольстовать малым
охуенная жизнь лучше убей меня нахуй

прокурили все легкие
время не вернуть
раньше было беззаботно а теперь уже жутко
паранойя из-за мелочей и страх перед всем
истощается эмоциональный интеллект

когда встал перед тобой забыл я все слова
ноги шатаются глаза смотрят по сторонам
да мне нравится натура твоя нравится
сказать о своих чувствах не хочу поранится

ненавижу свои мысли в голове
что же ты скажешь теперь
что же расскажешь ты мне
х4

проблем много забываться уже не могу
быстрее время летит хоть и так мало сплю
сердце бьется все быстрее и уже болит
не от любви оно  болит а от кофеина

когда то мог себе позволить так влюбиться сильно
уже не получается год за годом вижу жизни
меняются у всех но почему то не моя
я приложил столько усилий и вроде нихуя

ненавижу свои мысли в голове
что же ты скажешь теперь
что же расскажешь ты мне



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🎬 Song Insight — “Broken Man” by 4Me2BeFree
“Broken Man” is an unfiltered confession from the edge — a stripped, close-mic performance where every breath and silence carries weight. It’s the sound of someone unraveling, then deciding to live anyway. No distortion, no mask, no crowd — just one voice, one guitar, and a lifetime of exhaustion bleeding through the strings.
The song walks a jagged line between despair and defiance. Its verses crawl through bills unpaid, promises broken, and the dull ache of survival, while the chorus lands like a tired revelation: “It’s about time I figured it out — but frankly, I no longer give a damn.” What begins as surrender becomes something more radical — the refusal to pretend. It’s not about giving up; it’s about giving in to truth.
“Broken Man” doesn’t scream for attention — it breathes honesty. Every chord feels human, every lyric feels earned. In the quiet, it’s not hopelessness that wins, but the strange calm that comes when you finally stop fighting yourself.

📝 Lyrics

Intro:
 I spent too much time—being stressed out,
 Too much time—living in doubt.
 So much time—pissing it all away,
 Worrying—about yesterday.

Verse 1:
 Knots in my stomach—too much to do,
 Never a break—and my bills overdue.
 No time to breathe—no room to escape,
 Feels like I’m trapped—in my own mistakes.

Chorus:
 It’s about time—I figured it out,
 But frankly—I no longer give a damn.
 I’m just a broken man—
 And I don’t know who I am.

Verse 2:
 I’ve had it up to here—can’t take anymore,
 My heart’s worn out—and my soul is sore.
 Every step’s a struggle—it’s always uphill,
 Fighting to survive—but never feeling fulfilled.

Pre-Chorus:
 Where else—can I go?
 Nowhere to live—nowhere to stay.
 No place—to call my own,
 I’m all alone—so far away.

Chorus:
 It’s about time—I figured it out,
 But frankly—I no longer give a damn.
 I’m just a broken man—
 And I don’t know who I am.

Verse 3:
 They say they understand—they offer their hand,
 But their words are hollow—they just don’t give a damn.
 Another empty promise—another fake smile,
 They leave you stranded—after a while.

Verse 4:
 I used to have—too many fucks to give,
 But now—I’ve got no reason to live.
 I’m drained—I’m done—I’m burned to the core,
 I can’t take this shit—no more.

Pre-Chorus:
 Where else—can I go?
 Nowhere to live—nowhere to stay.
 No place—to call my own,
 I’m all alone—so far away.

Chorus:
 It’s about time—I figured it out,
 But frankly—I no longer give a damn.
 I’m just a broken man—
 And I don’t know who I am.

Verse 5:
 I wish I could go back—to the day,
 When life was easy—no bills to pay.
 No responsibilities—no heavy load,
 No burdens—crushing my fragile soul.

Verse 6:
 The fucks I had to give—are running out,
 And if nothing’s left—I’m filled with doubt.
 But fuck that noise—I won’t check out,
 I’ll scream my rage—I’ll stand and shout.

Verse 7:
 Yeah, I got your check—it’s in the mail,
 But I’ve got no phone—no story to tell.
 No address to give—just leave me be,
 I’ll build my home—in this misery.

Bridge:
 Where else—can I go?
 Nowhere to live—nowhere to stay.
 No place—to call my own,
 I’m all alone—so far away.

Pre-Chorus:
 It’s about time—I figured it out,
 But frankly—I no longer give a damn.
 I’m just a broken man—
 And I don’t know who I am.

Chorus:
 Concrete walls—wrapped in yesterday’s lies,
 Of how good we are—how we’ve reached the skies.
 I stand here alone—under stars tonight,
 Seeking a way—to make it right.

Outro:
 Guided by light—I’ll seek you once more,
 Wishing for hope—to open the door.
 A better day—a brighter way,
 To leave this darkness—and find my place.

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Broken Man

"If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t hurt. Pain is the gift of knowing you’re alive."

4Me2BeFree is more than music—it’s my story, my scars, and my survival. Every song is a piece of me, a raw melody of love, heartbreak, and resilience. I blend AI-generated vocals and instruments with real emotions, turning my experiences—especially from an LGBTQ+ perspective—into something that speaks to anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or just searching for something real.

Breakup songs? Yeah, they hit different. Music carries us through the worst of it, and every generation finds their own anthems of love, loss, and getting back up. Heartache doesn’t care about age, gender, or where you come from—music connects us all.

I make music because I’ve been there. The pain, the anger, the hope—it's all in these songs. If something here hits home for you, let it. If you feel something, let me know. That’s the connection that keeps this alive.

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