I'm not broken,
but you hold the key,
I'm not broken,
Until you shatter me.I'm not hurting,
But I know you can see
That though I'm not hurting,
Still, I bleed.And I'm not crying,
Yet the tears still sting.
No, I'm not crying,
But I long to scream.My lips are closed,
Yet a frown will be,
My lips are closed,
Until you kiss me.Break the spell,
Be my Prince Charming,
Break this spell,
And kill this wanting.I'm not forgiven,
As you can see.
I'm not forgiven,
And you shatter me.
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