I have loved a broken man,
because he doesn't take Love just for fun.
He knows the pain of being played,
that's why I let him in cause I'm not afraid.I have loved a broken man.
Im a flower and he's my sun.
His scars are the rain,
and I can say he's a "worth it pain".I have loved a broken man,
he's the bitter-sweet love that I cannot shun.
He makes me happy in all his simple ways,
that's why he became the chance that I'm willing to chase.I have loved a broken man.
He shines the brightest behind the bluest sky line.
But he cries a lot in every minute of the night,
yet I was there with him in his darkest fight.I have loved a broken man.
In doubting his worth-- he's the dan.
He kept on pushing me away,
but I'm persevere to stay.I have loved a broken man.
He became a refuge where I am familiar to run.
But I didn't know that I'm also loving someone who's not yet done loving his past,
She returned-- then in just a snap, Our story didn't lasts.
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