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This Is For The Broken
When every tears been shed,
And every pleas been said.
You've broken every dream,
But can't find the words to scream.
When nothing feels okay,
And you suffer through each day.
When you close your eyes each night,
Praying god will take your life.
You've lost all sight of hope,
And can't find a way to cope.
When you've lost count of your fears,
Yet can't find your hidden tears.
When your scars define your life,
And you wan't to take your kinfe,
And make the final cut.
I know how you feel but-
Every storm comes to end.
Don't lie, you need a friend!
So talk to me tonight,
I'll help you through your fright.
So open up your eyes,
And shed your happy disguise.
Wipe that fake smile off your face,
I know your hurting with such grace.
But you need to see,
You don't have to lie for me.
You don't have to feel complete,
But hang in there at least.
Let your lungs keep breathing air,
You are broken,
But not beyond repair.
When you want to die,
But can't seem to cry.
Remember life isn't meant to be fair.
l know how it feels to hurt,
Be stomped into the dirt.
But hold onto your life,
And let go of that knife
And every pleas been said.
You've broken every dream,
But can't find the words to scream.
When nothing feels okay,
And you suffer through each day.
When you close your eyes each night,
Praying god will take your life.
You've lost all sight of hope,
And can't find a way to cope.
When you've lost count of your fears,
Yet can't find your hidden tears.
When your scars define your life,
And you wan't to take your kinfe,
And make the final cut.
I know how you feel but-
Every storm comes to end.
Don't lie, you need a friend!
So talk to me tonight,
I'll help you through your fright.
So open up your eyes,
And shed your happy disguise.
Wipe that fake smile off your face,
I know your hurting with such grace.
But you need to see,
You don't have to lie for me.
You don't have to feel complete,
But hang in there at least.
Let your lungs keep breathing air,
You are broken,
But not beyond repair.
When you want to die,
But can't seem to cry.
Remember life isn't meant to be fair.
l know how it feels to hurt,
Be stomped into the dirt.
But hold onto your life,
And let go of that knife
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