The Shape of a Broken Heart
She leaves a trail of salty tears
From over here to over there
Crying out like a work of art
In the shape of a broken heart
Before she drifts off into sleep
She prays the Lord her soul to keep
As her thoughts wander off
In the shape of a broken heart
The decisions that she makes
Has a lot to do with how she breaks
Full course meal or a la carte
In the shape of a broken heart
In one hand she holds count
But refuses to hold it out
Tender life that's lost its spark
In the shape of a broken heart
She tries her best to bring a change
The hand that bites and darkens days
She's left with less while given more
In the shape of a broken heart
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