Broken Mirrors Heal

(soft sigh)

Thirteen years and carrying this weight

Trying to rewrite the things I cannot change

They sent me to the clinic,

wrote down my name

But these sterile white walls don't cure the pain

They just hand me pills and give me a brand new label

Leave the prescription

sitting on the table

But no one hears me,

they just diagnose When the quiet sound of music

is what helps the most (it's what helps the most)

Packing my bags to go live with my brother

Need a break from the constant eyes of my mother

Crying in my room with my headphones on tight

Trying to find a way to make my heavy heart light

I want to fix the things I broke inside

But I cannot forgive the times I lied

They don't understand, they just look at charts They can't stitch together

these broken parts (no they can't)

Just let me listen to the songs I know...

Let the tears fall slow...

(soft hummmm)