I will mend my broken soul Using heartstrings And gentle hands To fasten it together I will patch myself up Sewing lovely words Over lonely thoughts, I will fill in the cracks Where the light leaks out And the cold seeps in This house will be A home someday I will mend my broken soul
If I should be melted down You shall forever be what cools me. If I should ever be completely mutilated you are what mends me. throughout the amount of time that I've pieced myself together tore myself down, then back up around, through the loops, under the bridges, I've grown tired of trying to figure out where I go. I want you to tell me. I, flimsy wax, will mold as you wish, I, roadkill, will be the source of necromancy, if you shall wish it. I'm tired of faking as if I know what I am, I KNOW NOTHING except. that I want to be as you want me to be. So if I were to be bloodied and bruised I'll allow you to be the reason, or if you'd rather you can be justice. If I should be sad, you will always be my smile. because I constantly make this choice, apparently, of loving you.