My Broken Man

I've always been quite scared of love,
because I've seen how it can end;
In fights and tears and hidden pain
and bruises beneath the skin.

But then I met a broken man,
when I was broken too.
We fell into a broken love;
We were shattered through and through

I wanted to be the one to sew him up,
and rid his heart of all the dark
And I think that's the thing that finished us
before we had the chance to start

He wanted to hand me rope
and pull me up from my pit,
But he was at the end of his,
and he had nothing left to give

He was like a northern wind,
and I was the warm air from the south.
Our tornado love caused so much damage
that we tried to fix with meeting mouths

He was my drunk
and I was his masochist;
He kept a bottled in his hand,
while a razor stayed at my wrist

I thought that what we had was love,
and I thought it would make him stay,
But then I realized we were bound so tight
because of our shared pain

When he finally said "goodbye for good",
I wasn't that surprised.
Our love was as dead as half the stars
shining in the sky

It still hurt me to let him go,
and I know it hurt him too
But whatever love we had,
was never really true

Now though, I've known hopeless love,
and I know how it feels
I crave, deep inside my soul,
to know a love that's real