We’re all a little bit broken in some way
Cracks that can hardly be filled
The patchwork of experiences that will linger
Sometimes, deep and unseen
And while we try and build to something better
Slow we crumble apart
By the time we reach perfection
There is little left to impart
Every new exposure burns us
Leaves an indelible mark
Tears at the beautiful strands
That hold our misfiring hearts
Thoughts no longer in focus
Actions drifting from the real
Oblivious that a sorry end
Is the inevitable to be fulfilled
Though while the cracks widen
Reflect on how they were formed
Sometimes, it is better
To let the piece’s part
In the dirt, mixed rubble
Surfaces still have shape and shine
And remind that we were only a little bit broken
In those glorious times
Audio – A Little Bit Broken