Broken Hearts

Ellen Hirst

The voice in my head wants me dead
And there's no where left to run
Making me believe there's something
Shady 'bout the sun

Call my name and take the pain
Away from my eyes
All the faces in-between
Are jesters in disguise

Torn away
I'm born to fray
Mixing all the fabrics of my soul
Heart and brain
Are different things
Mixing memories of broken hearts
Of broken hearts

Bite the bullet
Take the gun
And point it at myself
Looking down the barrel at the life of someone else

Hopelessly devoted to the hate I give myself
Maybe one day I'll forgive
When I'm nestled down in hell

Torn away
I'm born to fray
Mixing all the fabrics of my soul
Heart and brain
Are different things
Mixing memories of broken hearts
Of broken hearts

Broken
I'm broken
Broken
I'm broken
Broken
I'm broken
Broken
I'm broken
Broken
I'm broken
Broken
I'm broken
Broken
I'm broken
Broken
I'm broken

Broken
I'm broken
Broken
I'm broken
Broken
I'm broken
Broken
I'm broken

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