Broken Apart... But fixed once again... Cracks Repaired...

Her own little world,
Everything dead,
Everything crumbled, rotted, gone...

Cracks in the floor
Widen... Escape from the dead,
Disease in the air, Roots in the ground...

Everything paused,
Everyone on standby,
One blink of the eye and its all over

She can't breathe, She cant move,
The scars on her skin breathe blood
The tears in her eyes cry...

The button pressed, Play,
Her hand slides along her knee,
A tear along her cheek...

Her hand suddenly raised into anothers
A tear wiped away, her cheek made dry,
Picked up from her feet in the name of love.

Her eyes stare into his, his into hers,
The cracks now land,
And roots a rose.

She stands in love he stands the same
They have somthing a little extra special
No-one else could give.

Disease now scent,
Scars now skin,
And love made forever in this emo land.