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I am broken B R O K E N Not like a record Playing on repeat again and again and again and again No I am broken Like glass on the kitchen floor where you're Afraid to walk Because a piece of me might Find it's way into your foot and make you bleed Well Maybe it's not your fear but it's mine And I have feared it since the beginning of time At least, the beginning of the period of time I realized just how broken I really I am Or at least I realized that I didn't have it all together And I didn't want to tell anyone because I didn't want them to get their feet cut On the glass of my broken soul And so I picked myself up But all the pieces in a plastic bag Doubled up in another Hoping that it won't get cut open And hurt someone Meanwhile The pieces cut at each other Cut at me while I pretend to everyone else that I'm ok I'm not sure if I'm fooling anyone or not anymore And I don't care I may be broken But I'm not broken glass To be thrown in the garbage I am broken Like soil, clouds, grain and broken bread Broken But still Beautiful
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
Broken
I am broken B R O K E N Not like a record Playing on repeat again and again and again and again No I am broken Like glass on the kitchen floor where you're Afraid to walk Because a piece of me might Find it's way into your foot and make you bleed Well Maybe it's not your fear but it's mine And I have feared it since the beginning of time At least, the beginning of the period of time I realized just how broken I really I am Or at least I realized that I didn't have it all together And I didn't want to tell anyone because I didn't want them to get their feet cut On the glass of my broken soul And so I picked myself up But all the pieces in a plastic bag Doubled up in another Hoping that it won't get cut open And hurt someone Meanwhile The pieces cut at each other Cut at me while I pretend to everyone else that I'm ok I'm not sure if I'm fooling anyone or not anymore And I don't care I may be broken But I'm not broken glass To be thrown in the garbage I am broken Like soil, clouds, grain and broken bread Broken But still Beautiful
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
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