Luyện nghe bài hát Broken

How ironic it all because I remember you telling me
about other running out of words to say to each other
and how beautiful you it was and I agreed that
would happen to you and me
so we sit in silence, searching our heads for common ground
we've rehashed the past and beaten it
left us with nothing, no present, no
I still read your letter and all evil makes me sick
But this is regimented and it gives me the illusion
that I have
I was the one that you off the pedestal I put you on
And with my arms still outstretched I watched you
And apart like glass on the highway
I my mistake a bit too late
Because I'd never picking up the pieces,
Jesus at them all
I'd risk picking up all those goddamn pieces
because I lose control at the sight of my own
I still your letter, and all that bullshit makes me sick
But this is regimented and it gives me the illusion
that I lived