Piecing My Heart Together


Picking up the pieces of my broken heart.
You made a mess of it and ran into the arms of Mr. Handsome.
He took you without a ransom,
yet somehow I'm still paying with my heart. Without a heart,
looks only get you so far.
But his got you way too close to him.
One day when my heart is back together,
you'll see looks don't last forever,
and I look better then him on the inside.
Of my heart.

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