Broken pieces of my heart
Teary eyed I look at the broken pieces of my heart The heart that once swelled with enthusiasm The enthusiasm of being alive Broken I feel now After all that has happened All that has been done and said Everyday I struggle Everyday I sew something up but cut something else in the process Everyday the loop repeats Of grief, flash backs and dark The dark of being alone, the lone warrior of my fate The lone soul to juggle with the fault in my stars What do I do with the broken pieces of my heart? Oh, what do I do with the broken pieces of my heart?
