Broken
I used to be full,
I used to be whole,
but he broke me right to my soul.
I used to be happy,
I used to be fun,
but how can I when theres no sun?
He said I love you,
I did too,
but deep down I should've known it wasn't true.
The next day he left,
he broke my heart into all too small peices.
He said it was for the best,
and tore a whole in my chest.
It was a year ago,
and I'm still not whole,
Then he shows up again and makes another whole,
on his knees, begging me please.
All I can ask is...
Can my broken peices take much more of this?
I used to be whole,
but he broke me right to my soul.
I used to be happy,
I used to be fun,
but how can I when theres no sun?
He said I love you,
I did too,
but deep down I should've known it wasn't true.
The next day he left,
he broke my heart into all too small peices.
He said it was for the best,
and tore a whole in my chest.
It was a year ago,
and I'm still not whole,
Then he shows up again and makes another whole,
on his knees, begging me please.
All I can ask is...
Can my broken peices take much more of this?