Broken

Sometimes, life sucks. It really does. But it's all good.

It's a lonely night, a cold, cold world
The sun it used to shine here
But the light was artificial, her straight locks had been curled
Those lies were duly noted
And her trust was gone for good
But what is one girl's bleeding heart
Compared to all her other parts?

Broken on the inside
Inside and the out
The front along the backside
The middle (without a doubt)

If only she could change
The damage with repairs
The scars with tiny stitches
Lost parts with newer wares
Too bad - no room for fixing
Mangled flesh begins to rot
The switches have been mixing
(Such a shame) Or is it not?