My heart is like glass
It’s better to leave it broken
Then hurt myself
Trying to put it together
My heart is like a kite
It flies for minutes
Then comes crashing down
Then splits apart
My heart is like a tree
Strong and healthy
Until someone like you
Comes to cut me down
My heart is like me
Small and torn apart
I am weak and forgotten
Just like my broken heart
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