Broken heartbeats feel like broken bones.
This soul stripped bare, so naked and alone.
High hopes turned into severed ropes...
Severed ties, bad excuses, and alibis.
Massive contusions and mass confusion...
You're a walking weapon of mass destruction...
A master of illusion.
Intrusion.
Delusion.
Deception.
And so this soul stripped bare,
so naked and alone still sleeps solo.
And for now, I'm ok with that.
Because sometimes broken heartbeats feel like broken bones.