The Broken
There is a girl broken with scars
The feelings you give her are sharp as a blade
Night after night she lies awake
And thinks about her heart you break
In her eyes you see love
In your eyes she finds enmity
You tell her you love her then push her off
You say your love comes at a cost
She promises the skin she'll win you back
But once again feels her heart start to crack
The tears she cries are hot as fire
The pain she feels is from the blade
Cutting open to leave a stain
The day you held her would be the last
The time to leave came so fast
Now here is left a broken heart
The feelings you neglect tear her apart
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