Broken

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