I am beautiful but I am broken The truest words are left unspoken Some hearts flutter but do not open I can choose but am not chosen I Am Beautiful But I Am Broken I am marked but I am muted In my belief I am rooted Some hearts are pure but yet polluted Red and black and transmuted I Am Marked But I Am Muted I am dormant but I am dreaming The theory alive but soul sleeping Some hearts cannot stop the bleeding The willow grows but remains weeping I Am Dormant But I Am Dreaming