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 they wont show, I can see the on your heart. I can see where you've been torn apart.
When you speak, voice shakes.
Your skin & Bones, Nothing left to take. Self really is a beautiful thing.
Just like the bloody broken on the wall.
lost your soul, your heart, your sanity, your all.
Tears stain your for days.
& you walk around knowing can see your pain.
But you have to learn to the
in the Broken.
You have to picking up the pieces.
Try & make a half, a whole.
Even we both know, That no matter how tight the seams are,
The will still show.

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