I thought you were perfect,
The perfect one for me...

I’m so tired of being broken,
A broken child...

You ask me where I came from,
How did I get here...

I’ve been a fool
I let you in...

It hurts to breathe,
It hurts to look...

All I want is too understand.
Is that too much to ask...

As I sit here and yell at you,
I want you to know I cried myself to sleep last...

The scars on my arm,
only remind me of my past...

You said such pretty words,
That I was tempted to believe...

I met a guy,
We liked each other a lot...

No, I don’t cry on the outside anymore,
It’s not worth the pain in her eyes...

I’m so tired of being broken,
A broken child...