Broken heart one more time. I pick it up, why even cry? Broken pieces in my hand, wondering how I'll make it whole?... You know, I pray this can't be the way.
I cry... I say somethings gotta change and mend this porcelain heart of mine.
Someone said a broken heart would sting at first then make you stronger... I wonder why this pain remains? Were hearts made whole just to break?
Creator, only you take brokeness and create it into beauty once again.
Creator, mend this heart of mine...
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