My heart is broken
My heart is shattered
The pieces fly
Side to side
As destruction sets in
Pieces fall to the floor
As I forget the truth
And believe the lies
Your false compliments
I cling to
The drugs I use
Really only bruise
They only give false hope
I try to cope,
Cover up my pain
But deep down, I know:
It is in vain.
Who will come
To mend my heart?
When will the prince
Ride up on his steed?
And re-start my heart
Against my abuser's plead
When will he
Find the key?
When will my garden's
Gate open?
He will find the pieces
That are scattered
Among the dead flowers.
And use true love
As his power.
He will mend
The shattered pieces
Put them back together
At last, I will be able to feel
Finally, my heart will heal
Because I will find
The tailor of my heart
And he will find me
Never again will
My heart need a re-start.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
My heart is broken
My heart is shattered
The pieces fly
Side to side
As destruction sets in
Pieces fall to the floor
As I forget the truth
And believe the lies
Your false compliments
I cling to
The drugs I use
Really only bruise
They only give false hope
I try to cope,
Cover up my pain
But deep down, I know:
It is in vain.
Who will come
To mend my heart?
When will the prince
Ride up on his steed?
And re-start my heart
Against my abuser's plead
When will he
Find the key?
When will my garden's
Gate open?
He will find the pieces
That are scattered
Among the dead flowers.
And use true love
As his power.
He will mend
The shattered pieces
Put them back together
At last, I will be able to feel
Finally, my heart will heal
Because I will find
The tailor of my heart
And he will find me
Never again will
My heart need a re-start.
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