I know where broken hearts go
I know where the battered live
I know where the forgotten reside
Come see, where shattered spirits live
I know where the living corpse abode.
They live in the memories that
once were, and could have been.
They stay in places where happiness hurts and pleasures, pains.
They go to the land of the desolates,
Peering into the past,
Longing to be saved once more,
Hoping that the past could rebirth the present,
Wishing that the future has no claws.
They stay in places where happiness hurts and pleasures, pains.
They go to the land of the desolates,
Peering into the past,
Longing to be saved once more,
Hoping that the past could rebirth the present,
Wishing that the future has no claws.
I know where the broken meet.
I know where the fallible rendezvous.
I know where the scorned live.
I know where misery resides.
I know where the fallible rendezvous.
I know where the scorned live.
I know where misery resides.
They meet in the fear of
strangers’ dates,
Wanting a hello, not to bid goodbye.
They reside in the doubt of friends turned lovers.
Worried that a line crossed means, strength lost.
It dwells in the laughter of scorned hearts,
In “drink only” buddies, that would never make a move
I see it in the wants, that never will.
You will find it, in the love, never expressed.
You will read it, in the expressions not told
Wanting a hello, not to bid goodbye.
They reside in the doubt of friends turned lovers.
Worried that a line crossed means, strength lost.
It dwells in the laughter of scorned hearts,
In “drink only” buddies, that would never make a move
I see it in the wants, that never will.
You will find it, in the love, never expressed.
You will read it, in the expressions not told
I know where broken hearts go.
They go to prisons where fears and torture are royal.
They go to prisons where fears and torture are royal.
