My Broken Heart
I look in the mirror
I wipe it to see a little clearer
As if somehow I'll see a different me
As if somehow I'll see someone I'm happy to be
Why can't I fix my broken heart
Why did it have to be bitter look a sour tart
My heart is torn
Like clothes all used and with
My heart is shattered
Like a rug all beaten and tattered
My heart is broken
Like an old chipped token
There is nothing left
It's as if someone has committed theft
It's all because of she
All happy with glee
She took what I had
And left me here sad
My heart can't bear it
More in stuck feeling like shit
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