I am no longer the fixer of problems
Just as I used to be
Im no longer searching for lost souls to bring
Into the found
No longer am I looking for broken
People to love back to whole hearts
I don't have enough of my heart left for that
Like masking tape
I used my heart as a bandage for other broken
Hearts that needed the repair more than I
Because I can handle living a broken life
But no longer can I hold peoples hearts together
With the glue I have made
From mashing my heart to putty
I don't have enough of me to keep freely giving away
To the wrong people
Ive made my cuts
And built my limits
I thought my supply was endless
Turns out Ive been running on empty