We broke our own hearts.
Not to see what’s on the inside.
But to keep that which is there intact.
Hoping the glue of affection holds tight.
Prevent shambles from the onlooker’s sight.
To mend wholly again,
We broke our own hearts.
We broke our own hearts.
Not to see what’s on the inside.
But to keep that which is there intact.
Hoping the glue of affection holds tight.
Prevent shambles from the onlooker’s sight.
To mend wholly again,
We broke our own hearts.