lord
attach
a
brass handle
to
thy soul
to
be
this
cup light

How can someone love me if I'm too broken?
If my scars are visible and ugly
If I keep too many secrets unspoken
And my heart is always unhappy

How can someone love me if I'm shattered?
I am a hard puzzle you can't ever solve
The pieces of me are scattered
And i am difficult to dissolve

How can someone love me if I don't even love myself?
If I'm the one who sends trouble
If I'm like an old book stock in a shelf
And a boring girl who doesn't go out from her bubble

So how can someone love me if I'm locked up in a cage
And too broken like a crumpled page.

How interesting
They treat me like I'm strange
But act just the same

How is it even possible
To wander so far
Get lost and tired
Only to find myself
Back where I was before?

Looking back
Those 'good old days'
Are actually great

They were that great
To still bring smile on my face
And joy in my heart
Today