Luyện nghe bài hát Beauty in the Broken

We're all in the same game, just different levels. with the same hell, just different devils.
Your words they tear at your skin,& you continue to let your mind win. & no mater how many stitches you sew, & try to cover up, hoping wont show, I can see the stitches on your heart. I can see where you've been torn apart.
you speak, your voice shakes.
Your skin & Bones, Nothing to take. Self destruction really is a beautiful thing.
Just like the broken mirror on the wall.
you've lost your soul, your heart, sanity, your all.
stain your face for days.
& you walk around knowing can see your pain.
But you have to learn to the
in the Broken.
You have to start up the pieces.
Try & a half, into a whole.
Even though we both know, That no how tight the seams are,
The scars still show.

It becomes the only that you are able to feel.
Pain, the only that proves this is real.
waiting on someone to come & fix you.
You are not broken. Just a few & cracks.
a beautiful girl. Stuck carrying the hate & weight of the world.
to see in the dark.
Learn to in silence.
the canvas, show the world that even a work of art, can come from hiding in the dark.
Pick up off the floor, & Begin to mend.
okay to cut yourself while picking up the pieces, just don't let it happen again.
You to be broken down, you build up a new.
& once you realize that the option to do so is you.
You will know all the answers, & know what to do.