Broken

People think I'm okay

They're as wrong as the sky is grey

My heart is a token

Even though its broken

People think I'm fine

They're as wrong as bad wine 

My heart is beating 

But people are cheating

People think I'm pretty

Inside and out the city

My heart is slowing 

Even though the wind is blowing

People think I'm fine

They're as wrong as bad wine

My heart is stopping 

As people are watching

People think I'm dead

The blood was shed

My heart grew back

As people attack