One day….


Standing here picking up the pieces of my broken heart,
Watching my tears drip away on what we used to be,
But maybe one day I won’t fall apart.

I tell myself this will soon be a piece of art,
But for now, I just let it hit me,
Standing here picking up the pieces of my broken heart.

This will be nothing but a fresh new start,
And it won’t be a guarantee,
But maybe one day I won’t fall apart.

It’s time for me to just play it smart,
Even if my heart is going to disagree,
Standing here picking up the pieces of my broken heart.

Now I must depart,
And get the chance to be free,
But maybe one day I won’t fall apart.

You made my heart nothing but a weak part,
But I still hold the master key,
Standing here picking up the pieces of my broken heart,
But maybe one day I won’t fall apart.

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Even though a heart break hurts we can still always pull through and become whole again.