Once my heart dies; they picked up the pieces
Once the trust died; the broken left over pieces
When my heart mourn; my head ache in confusion
The reality gets real; and the truth becomes harder.
When you look up in the world; with eyes filled with tears
In a blink of an eye; you question authority.
Avoided it could have been; But I let it go longer
The funnier it got; the lies stacked up.
Once my heart dies; He was supposed to pick up the pieces
But once the truth was questioned; I cried over the broken pieces
I picked up my face
Wiped the tear from my cheeks
Not only am I questioning my lies; I question my choices …
Now I’m broken.