My heart is shattered on the floor
these emotions are everything but poor.
I hear you knocking on my door
wanting to fix the broken pieces on the floor.
But it's an ill fate
the pieces are too small,
you're too late
I'm not ready to fall...
I do peek outside
wondering what it feels like
but I still hide
telling everyone "Take a hike"
But I really want them to stay
to help me fix myself
I want to love again
before it all goes to hell.
