I thought that I was broken
Left over from my demolition
I thought that I had shattered
To look in the mirror and see the fractures spreading
Waking up, from my morbid day dream
Shaking off the dust
I am not a broken heart
I'm just an open heart
I've got this gift to give
I've kept it safe, kept it close
I'm not a broken heart
I've got a lot of love to give.
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