Luyện nghe bài hát Beauty in the Broken

We're all in the same game, just different levels. Dealing with the same hell, 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 stitches on your heart. I can see you've been torn apart.
you speak, your voice shakes.
Your skin & Bones, left to take. Self destruction really is a beautiful thing.
Just like the broken mirror on the wall.
you've lost soul, your heart, your sanity, your all.
Tears your face for days.
& you walk around knowing can see your pain.
But you have to to find the
in the Broken.
You have to start up the pieces.
Try & a half, into a whole.
Even though we both know, no matter how tight the seams are,
The scars still show.

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