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.
Your skin & Bones, left to take. Self destruction really is a beautiful thing.
like the bloody broken mirror on the wall.
you've lost your soul, your heart, your sanity, all.
Tears stain face for days.
& you walk around everyone can see your pain.
But you have to learn to the
in the Broken.
You have to picking 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 the only thing that you are able to feel.
Pain, the only thing that this is real.
Stop on someone to come & fix you.
You are not broken. Just a few & cracks.
You're a 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 a work of art, can come from hiding in the dark.
Pick yourself up off the floor, & to mend.
It's okay to cut yourself while 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, & know exactly to do.