Broken hearts and broken pieces
Said will be there to iron the creases
I stayed at the door
Wishing to hear the words you said before
Broken flowers and broken vases
Eating out in the China dishes
I was on the ground
You flew away while I was gasping for some air around
Broken masks and broken faces
Smiling at the hourly praises
I hear voices in my head
Left with all the mess on the bed
Broken words and broken promises
All of this was just some business
I called out your name
Now all there is fear, guilt and shame.
Broken hearts and broken pieces
Broken flowers and broken vases
Broken masks and broken faces
Broken words and broken promises
I might be at fault, I need to pick it all.
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