When they said she was broken
I imagined a contract in which she sighed herself away To a guy she thought loved her
I imagined her going home to a family of doubts and hate
When they said she was broken
I imagined an image of her reflecting in a broken mirror
When they said she was broken
I thought to myself “this is the most beautifully broken person that I’ve ever seen...I’ve got to say hi”
When they said she was broken
I realized that i had work to do
I turned my smile into a wrench and my heart into a hammer and asked
“How can i fix her?”