Broken Confessions

Sitting on the leather couch

Trying not to let it out

Dry throat and a heavy chest

I say I'm fine,

I'm just like the rest (ahhh)

Because showing cracks feels like defeat So I hide behind a safe

conceit But then she smiled,

she held my hand

And I fell into the shifting sand

My mental helper is a mental destroyer

I fell in love but I should have avoided her She rebuilt

my walls just to tear them down Left me shattered on the

floor when she played around

(oh no)

She was the cure,

now she's the disease

Caught her with another,

brought me to my knees

The one who was supposed to heal my mind

Left the deepest scar she could design

My mental helper is a mental destroyer

I fell in love but I should have avoided her She rebuilt

my walls just to tear them down Left me shattered on the

floor when she played around

Broken...

(so broken)

And I couldn't even tell you...