Broken

My broken heart is still bleeding

From my wounds blood is quickly escaping

But I'm slowly healing

I can't deny the fact that I'm still broken



Where's the perfect love story?

Where's the perfect ending?

You're the perfect guy and also the perfect person

Who made me broken



I'm desperately picking up little pieces

As I try to put my heart back together

It not working

As the pieces quickly scatter



My body is weak

My heart is dead

Tears turn to puddles casually stepped upon

I'm just broken down