Broken Guitar (DRAFT)

[Introduction] (spoken) I’m a broken guitar [Introduction] [Verse 1] I was left on a cold street corner, Neck cracked open like I lost a war. Three strings dead, the rest out of order— No one thought I’d sing anymore. Hands reached down but I barked back louder, A stubborn spark inside my broken frame. Ruined things choose who they trust prouder, So I chose noise instead of shame. [Chorus - fast] I’m a broken guitar, But I still make noise— Two wild strings That don’t ask for choice. Cracked but alive, I cut through the dark— Yeah, I’m a broken guitar, But damn, I still spark. [Verse 2] Tried fancy riffs—my body laughed them off, Every shattered fret a slide to nowhere. But hit my two strings hard and rough, And suddenly the world stops just to stare. It isn’t pretty, but it burns like fire, A crooked truth that’s beating through. Funny how ruin sparks desire— Guess broken things shout louder than the new. [Chorus] I’m a broken guitar (broken guitar), But I still make noise— Two wild strings That don’t ask for choice. Cracked but alive, I cut through the dark— Yeah, I’m a broken guitar (broken guitar), But damn, I still spark. [Bridge — gritty] Patch me, tear me, Rip me apart— Silence can’t cage This beating heart. World wants clean lines, But let it be— Broken sound rings bold and free. [Breakdown] Two strings alive, That’s all I need— Not perfect tunes, Just reckless speed. If broken means more, Then more I’ll be— Turning all this chaos Into wild energy. [Outro — soft] Fade with embers when lights go down, Echoes drifting all around. Not a warning, not a lesson—just a sound, A stubborn wooden whisper that won't drown.