Luyện nghe bài hát Beauty in the Broken

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

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