I'm not broken

Blue eyes looking through me,
I can feel your curiousity's heat;
you want to touch the darkness
to have it crumble at my feet.

With every breath that I exhale,
you gently coax me out;
trying to hypnotise my tongue
to let my secret shout.

But it's a glass house
and I don't want you to see
that there have been savages here
Please don't take your eyes off me...

I'm not broken...
(just maybe a little bruised)
shhh...

I love the way you look at me,
though there's damage I conceal;
promise me you won't wavier
nor change the way you feel...

But it's a glass house
and I don't want you to see
that there have been savages here
Please don't take your eyes off me...

I'm not broken...
(just maybe a little bruised)
shhh...

I'm not broken...
Just misused.