We are broken,
Said the fallen,
Who are dying from emotional hunger,
Trying to forget painful memories,
Trying to save themselves from strange casualties;You see the pain started from agony,
And turned into insanity,
They say that's the only thing left of the people like me;So if God really loves me,
Does that mean I'm really worth letting go,
If he wanted me free,
Don't you think I should know,
It's the fear of everything falling apart,
If I die, does that mean I can restart,
It's my fear of a broken heart;We are broken,
Said the different,
Watching bastards born into leaders,
Force to be weaken,
Making life go faster;Don't dare run away from war zones,
When you can feel them in your bones,
Isn't it better than being alone;So if God really loves me,
Does that mean I'm really worth letting go,
If he wants me free,
Don't you think I should know,
It's the fear of everything falling apart,
If I die, does that mean I can restart,
It's my fear of a broken heart;Why, it's fear of a broken heart;
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Poems: Life is Life.
PoetryJust little props (poems/songs) I've written to open the eyes. *I don't own any of the media work (art, etc)