I've got a broken heart, no not the one by love. I'm broken by power. the power others think they have over me. it's really sickening. the scratches on my skin, is the only thing proven to be sin.
proof is what I need. but when there smart they have the upper hand in this dangerous game of chess. where do I start, I'm still left broken. others just see me as a token a key to use on the next task they need done.
what happened to passion, what happened to love, what happened to friendship,what happened to opportunity. where do I start...what do I say. I wave at the person goodbye and just say thank you have a nice day. but now I have spit in my eye, and now I don't know what I have done. sometimes in the end I don't feel like I'm the person who won