She's still there.
Why is she still there? After all that's happened...
She's the same. I blew up.
I think I took her damage for her.
My mind's a mess
My life's a mess
I am a walking broken soul
She hurt me, she hurt me badly
And I'll never be perfectly whole
again.

I miss the way
I used to be
A flying kite
nowhere near the sea

My family and friends
don't recognize me

Because I'm a walking broken soul.

They say Do this,
and then, Work on that,
as though business will heal
me, make me
forget.

I say, Look at me,
I say, Help me,
I say, Ask me what's wrong.

I'm a broken melody
in a beautiful song.
How can you not see
I'm a half, not a whole?

How can you not see,
My heart's made of coal?

How can you not see,
I don't want this,
Anymore?

How can you not see
your daughter
knocking at your door?