Broken, by Matt Subscribe to rss feed for Matt

What's left of this soul of mine
After being taken for granted by the one you love
Stomp on my heart that is already broken
Memories of the good times still flash
Feeling like there is a hole in my chest
You took that part of me with you
Damaged beyond repair is how I feel
Now I have to figure out how to get over you
Slowly piece by piece I pick up my heart
Connecting the pieces like a puzzle
Trying to become the man that I once was
Hoping I don't fall for the wrong woman again
I guard my heart with a lock
Hoping one day I find the one with the key
Posted: 2013-11-01 05:02:31 UTC

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