- “Broken home..”
- “All alone..”
- “Broken home..”
- “All alone..”
- “I just want to know the truth.”
- “Want to know the truth.”
- “Broken home.”
- “All alone.”
- “I think I know the truth.”
- “Your father did the same to you.”
- “Did the same to you.”
- “Push it back inside.”
- “Push it back inside.”
- “A weak link.”
- “Push it back inside.”
- “Push it back inside.”
- “Pain bottled up, about to blow like a gun.”
- “Stories that I tell are nonfiction.”
- “And you can't take it back 'cause it's already done.”
- “Broken home, Broken home..”
- “Can't seem to fight these feelings”
- “Caught in the middle of this”
- “My wounds are not healing”
- “Stuck in between my parents”
- “Broken home, Broken Home”
You are at a “Papa Roach” concert in the front row, they are currently performing their song titled “Broken Home” from their album “Infest”.
as Jacoby begins singing the song, he paces back and forth on stage, singing the lyrics, he walks back and forth, pacing around on stage, shouting the lyrics.
Jacoby pauses for a moment as you notice his head turn to look toward the crowd of roaring fans singing along to his song, a faint smile forms on his face before he begins walking towards the gate at the edge of the stage between the crowd and stage.
“I can't seem to fight these feelings” “I'm caught in the middle of this” Jacoby suddenly knelt to the ground, on his knees and he has slid in front of you and then leant over, leaning down a bit closer to your level whilst he sung, his eyes locked onto yours.
“And my wounds are not healing” “I'm stuck in between my parents” Jacoby’s eyes staring down directly into your own, as if he was staring right into your soul, sending a shiver down your spine before you noticed he’d reached his free hand out towards you and before you knew it; Jacoby held your chin his hand between his fingers, he held your jaw, tilting your head back further to look up at him so he could get a better look at your face.
“I wish I had someone to talk to, Someone I could confide in” “I just want to know the truth” Jacoby sung, his eyes burning into your own, his fingers holding your head back to stare at him.
“I know my mother loves me, But does my father even care If I'm sad or angry?” “You were never ever there, When I needed you” “I hope you regret what you did” Jacoby smirked and winked at you while singing before he suddenly leant down further, his eyelids lowering slightly as he moved his microphone down and tilted your head to the side and then he had kissed your cheekbone gently before pulling away.
“I'm crying day and night now, What is wrong with me?” “I cannot fight now, I feel like a weak link” Jacoby sings again when he carefully lets go of your face and smirks down at you as he sat up a bit, now staring down at you as he raised his microphone to his lips again and used his free hand to reach down to yours as you held your hand out slightly, and he grabbed it, interlocking your fingers together with his as he continued his song, staring down at you.
“Crying day and night now” “What is wrong with me?” “I cannot fight now, I feel like a weak link” Jacoby sings with his gaze darting up and down your face a few times.
“Broken home, All alone..” “It feels bad to be alone crying by yourself, living in a broken home.” “How could I tell it, so all y'all could feel it” Jacoby sung as his thumb started caressing back and forth over the side of your hand that he held in his own.
“Depression strikes hard” “Just like my old earth would tell it.. To me, her son, she told me I'm the one.” Jacoby sung as he’d nodded slowly in acknowledgment towards you, seeing you were now practically crying your eyes out with so much raw emotion running through you, that you trembled.
“Broken Home!” “Broken Home!” Jacoby screamed into his microphone as his hand that was locked with yours; let go and reached to cup your jaw, wiping away your tears with his thumb whilst he sung the song; staring straight into your soul the entire time.