There is something about the broken;
Maybe it’s the way they live.
How they’re here,
But yet they're not.
How they wander,
Looking for someone to piece them back together,
Even if they know they'll fall apart all over again.
Maybe it’s what they've been through
Those little memories that have them all torn up inside.
It’s the hidden look in their eyes;
If you look there,
It’s almost as if you'll see everything,
Even the things you've never noticed before.

There’s just something about the broken that’s captivated me and pulled me in.