My broken heart

From the depths of my broken heart

I have squandered many an idea

I have taken my personal experience

And revealed them to the common fool

To be used as a remedy 

To make them feel good

How does it feel that you know my name

Oh how does feel when I bring you shame

Oh how you bring me down today

I never wanted this 

I never wanted fame

I used to look at pretty pictures

And paintings on the wall

I would read and watch classic film

And I'd stare at places I thought I belonged

From the bottom of my broken heart

I've been waiting for you to thaw

You're ice cold and frosty and frozen

You believe you are mightier than all

I've been waiting for you to warm up to me

But all artists are here to disturb the peace

I can't live for anyone

In this space of being hurt by you

Is where I must belong

Well I've got news for you 

You are truly wrong

I belong in the fall on warm cozy bead

Where I can casually paint, read, and write

And sing and dance, and order in and watch a movie, eat my food, and find a friend.

I belong on the floor; although, with my sloppy movement, I plan to have some fun with someone,  I can't dance,  I'm in trance, I have a stance, I need romance and my loved ones.

My broken heart will mend again

My broken heart will shed tears again

My broken heart will heal again

My broken heart will speak again