Paint My Soul

HER, the girl with the dreams and HIM, the boy with the broken soul.

As soon as I walk out that door, you're gonna decide you want me back and you might even tell yourself that you're in love with me. But you're not and you never will be.

Do not try to fix me. I am not broken. I am scarred and bent. I do not need to be fixed. I need to be treated like a human, not a project. I have not made it through my suffering to become an outlet for your desires to make something 'good' again.