You have the look in your eyes I never wanted you to have.

Masterpieces are made when a broken person makes something with their scattered pieces.

Every time the heart breaks it is shaping into the heart it’s going to become. It’s up to you if it is going to be art or just a stone, sculptor.

Look at the sunsetAs a hope for tomorrowI hope that you don’t keep your pain a secretAnd that you don’t look at life with sorrow

People can be addicted to being broken.

I saw the pain in his eyes as he told his storyHis mother was not ignorant to his worryUnnecessarily as a child he told her he was sorrySubsequently as a man the pain was too much to carry

All your life you believed in love like you believed in pain So when love came without it you thought it insane

I danced with my pain until I learned the routineby heart and eventually I couldn’t stop dancing.

I feel safe at dawnThe night is goneI am tired of dancing with my painFor a few hours I can pretend to feel sane