Toolbox Heart

She always seeks the broken hearts,
And she tries her best to fix them;
Drifting around from here to there,
Separate feelings, never mix them...

They come with problems big and small,
And she tries her best to fix them;
But in the end it wasn't them at all,
She watches as she frees them...

They say "don't try to fix someone,"
Still she tries her best to fix them;
All she'll ever have is this toolbox heart,
Her own, broken from the very start.

 

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