Because I'm looking in the mirror and I can't seem to find a place,
My eyes lingering,
Not able to land,
I'm not screaming,
You're a walking mine field,
A walking crime scene,
And I'm asking,
How do you let being broken go?
When you can't love someone because you're scared?
And how do you let being broken go?
When you keep hearing "he broke me",
over and over in your head.
Because that's what they did.
They broke you,
They stole it,
And they killed that part of you,
And until now your fists weren't clenched,
And you didn't care.
You were too busy trying to run away from the fear.
Of looking into the yes of love and feeling my heart speed up,
I can't bask in the pleasure,
Too scared of desire.
Running variables for supermarket trips,
Lying mentally to myself.
But ensuring that the truth gets spoken to everyone else,
Well this time,
So search me for the clues,
But I've already solved the crime,
I'm nothing but the site of the robbery,
And the valuables were destroyed.
So there's nothing to search for,
There's nothing left anymore.