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Broken Pieces

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I’m broken you see
Beat down and troubled
Fragile weak tired fatigued
I’m broken you see
 
Wrinkled skin clothes and
Messy hair
Twisted up face and confused glare
Tight fist and mean stare
 
What do you expect from a bullied
Rejected under protected
Soul like me
I’m broken you see
 
When you see me you see scars
When you see me you see far
When you see me you see reality
I hurt those who try to get close
Enough to help me
I’m broken you see
 
I bleed on those who love me
I shatter hearts that hold me
I break bones that protect me
I shout at the ones who hear me
I’m broken you see
 
Broken pieces lose there place
We’re lost and looking for our pace
Running around floating through space
Too far gone to realize our faith
It’s never too late
 
Can’t seem to find the pieces
We replaced
We’re out of time we’re out of space

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