Broken, broken, broken Into pieces, I have been My heart shatter like glasses I try to pick them up but I bleed Nurturing the people who cut me, Then they wipe my tears and tell me sorry, But that’s just a facade, People kiss and tell, This ain't a new story. I gave my heart to one, two, three men, But none of them stayed, They all left instead, Don't keep one boyfriend, That's what my friends say, In the end, he’ll leave you dry and probably marry your best friend. I’ve seen men date one to seven women, Is it lust or they are just looking for the one? What if relationships were never made And people kiss and marry, At the altar I mean, But that seems like a fairytale Maybe if I sleep and wake, My cuts will heal.