I'M a Broken Man

I’m a broken man don’t know who to trust. Being a broken man allows you not to trust. I’m a broken man with lots of blood, bleeding from the heart like a river. Being a broken man helps people raft on the red stream And they don’t give a damn, whether you die in shiver The moon is the only friend who acknowledges my tears. Stars, like a bodyguard help me fight out my fears. But sun, sometimes behaves as a foe for his rays of light, focuses me to reach my actual height. Nevertheless, I’m a broken man. Broken down piece by piece by the sword, of the goddess of beauty sharpened up with innocence, cunning ferocity. Never even cared, if I’m happy or sad, wouldn’t even matter if I’m alive or dead. I’m a broken man, who knows how to fix the glasses. But, being a broken man, There comes a why. Why even bother , rebuilding it. Everything broken down into bits and pieces. And so am I.