Broken Hearted
I set out on a mission
to fix my broken heart...
to glue all of the pieces
that you tore apart
When I came close to finish
and left the glue to dry
You thought you'd take a hold of it
and drop it so I'd die
I dropped down to my knees,
crying. What was I to do?
I gathered what was left of me
and once again gave it all to you
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