Oh Darling, What a Shame

I'm not up to breaking yet,
No, I'm not up for falling yet.
But, yes, I do suppose it's true.
That I have a crack or two.

Band aids wont fix this crack,
Or take the strings right off my back.
And, I suppose that you can try,
If you don't mind my strangled cry.

Break me down and build me up,
Show me that I'm good enough.
What is this you found that hides?
Now you see my thousand lies.

Can I ask what you will use?
To go and fix this blistered bruise.
Paint right over all my wrongs.
If you can mend my shattered songs.

Oh darling, what a shame.
It seems I have just-right aim.
To see you alone and dying.
Well baby, you went out fighting.