Fixed

You tell me it's through
Like it's left on your things to do
Trying to seem simple and clean
Instead ending up plain old mean

Then when I'm over you
You come running back to
I don't want any part
Of you ripping me apart

Again and again over and over
I get come back to like a leftover 
Boys don't understand 
That there's a small demand

One guy waiting to stay around
Lurking without uttering a sound
Hiding in the shadows about
Waiting to come out

The one boy that made the waiting worth 
Waiting for years for one boy
The one that will stay around 
Who had the nerve to fix the sound 

To change a broken girl
And steal her heart in one whirl 
Both fixed finally 
Love blossoms eventually