Maybe I'm not designed to be anything but another heart to break
Because it keeps being broken over and over again
And I keep trying to cling on and patch one hole
While bleeding out of another
It's all a mess and it's not one I can keep trying to clean up
I keep slipping in my own blood that just won't dry
Maybe it's all a balancing act, but I'm no flamingo
I'm a broken soul, ready to go where broken souls go
I'm a broken soul, ready to go where broken souls go
I said I wouldn't go with words left in me
But i think the pain outweighs any art I could ever create