| Broken It's broken it's broken he cried, It's not as if he ever tried, But he felt there was something missing inside. All he needed was the final shove, That's what he was making the big deal of, He dropped to his knees cursing the disease called love. Am I always to be pushed aside, That's what his heart testified, That day inside he died. His heart grew an eternal glove, It hurt but no one knew what he was speaking of, He dropped to his knees cursing the disease called love. I need someone, To hold me so dear, I need anyone, To catch all these tears. |