Broken
Sitting in a corner,
Wondering why people leave,
When they hear the stories behind the scars,
Walking in a storm,
No one knows you're crying,
You're wishing hoping maybe someone,
Can come and change you,
To make you whole again,
But for now,
I'll just walk here,
With my heart on my sleeve...
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