Imagine I was never really broken
Free spirit, loud, maybe soft-spoken
Unbroken, imagine that
I try to stay open
Despite the push and shove
Face in the mud
Crying like the mourning doves
Begging angels to come
But mostly I was alone
Walking graveyards for fun
By the time I was grown
Thought death might be the only way home
Thought death might be the only way home
Imagine
Crying if it is love
I try to stay open
Unbroken
Imagine I was never really broken
Death might be the only way home
What didn't break her made her stronger
I was alone
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