I walked inside the barroom and met my sunshine.
She sat at my table and I bought her a glass of wine.
She said she is good at fixing hearts.
I told her mine is already broken apart.
So she told me it's okay because hers is like shattered glass.
She said glass don't fix easily, then she laughed.
I struggled for quite awhile
She looked me in the eyes.
As if I was a broken child.
I told her do your best...
Because I'm already broken.
She cursed the words that I have spoken.
I told her I am an injured angel with broken wings.
She whispered the words that I always sing.
I never imagined someone as beautiful as her to want to fix me.
Usually they set me free.
Whatever she intends to do
I have been through worse.
Broken wings never hurt.
Because you can't break whatever is broken.
Those were the words that I have spoken.
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