Most of us sit on a broken heart
Where a special person tore it apart
Until the time comes around
Where you no longer feel down
But the damage is still there
Until you feel like you don't care
You jump and you fall
You begin to wonder what you were even thinking at all
Then you realize what matters the most
The two of you become so close
You were both broken before
But now is the time to soar
Your rainy days turn into sun
It takes two halves of a broken heart to make one.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
Most of us sit on a broken heart
Where a special person tore it apart
Until the time comes around
Where you no longer feel down
But the damage is still there
Until you feel like you don't care
You jump and you fall
You begin to wonder what you were even thinking at all
Then you realize what matters the most
The two of you become so close
You were both broken before
But now is the time to soar
Your rainy days turn into sun
It takes two halves of a broken heart to make one.
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