and like a broken record
she repeats day after day
with a smile on her face
and pain in her heart
in hopes of a repair man
who might give up some spare attention
just to fix her and the many flaws
she may possess

and like a broken record
she lays in bed
night after night
with tears that soak her pillow
and sobs that shake her soul
in hopes that someone might hear her cries
and offer a spare care in the world
just to hold her tight

though she's a broken record
those days will pass
and he hopes will fade,
her thrives will vanish and her agony will subside;
red marks will appear
along the delicate skin of her arms
that were once so strong and pure