Broken - TANTRIC

She was a pitcher of a softball team

Disassociated with her feelings

She was the one who always stood between

An unlit fuse that would grow to be this muse

She was so fragile, she was never mean

Skipping lunch and go get lost in music

Disassociated with her dreams

So she could be and grow to be this muse

For me to use

This muse for me to use

Well I guess I always knew

She was broken form the start of it

There was always something different

In the way her heart existed

Broken, she was always broken

She was always broken

She was always broken down

Happiness is few and far between

She never let it go, she was dwelling

When others never stopped to smell the rose

She would stop the world to find life’s true meaning

She always put her pain up on the shelf

Why bother sharing it with anyone else

The empty pages of a diary

Where they’re for us to read

In a language of a note to touch your heart

Maybe you can remember, how to use your heart

Well I guess I always knew

She was broken form the start of it

There was always something different

In the way her heart existed

Broken, she was always broken

She was always broken

She was always broken down

Some live their lives and never believe

Life everywhere but never breathe

They walk alone and never see

Alone

Alone

Alone

Well I guess I always knew

She was broken form the start of it

There was always something different

In the way her heart existed

Broken, she was always broken

She was always broken

She was always broken down

Well I guess I always knew

She was broken form the start of it

There was always something different

In the way her heart existed

Broken, she was always broken

She was always broken

She was always broken down

Well I guess I always knew

She was broken form the start of it

There was always something different

In the way her heart existed

Broken, she was always broken

She was always broken

She was always broken down