and in broken hands fall broken hopes
Broken thoughts kill broken dreams
and broken strenght wakes unbroken fears
My broken eyes see broken roads
but I need to keep walking over these broken floors
So I pick my broken dress over the crushed-parts-pile
So I pick my broken dress over the crushed-parts-pile
And through my broken make up I show them my best broken smile
The original was written on 9/9/10 by an apparently broken girl