Broken Woman
I look in the mirror,
Brown eyes a dark sea,
They look at you and plead;
Dark hair a mess, from all the stress,
How could you want me?
Can't you see? All the flaws, all the scars, all the marks, this isn't a dream girl.
I'm a broken woman.
Brown eyes a dark sea,
They look at you and plead;
Dark hair a mess, from all the stress,
How could you want me?
Can't you see? All the flaws, all the scars, all the marks, this isn't a dream girl.
I'm a broken woman.