Luyện nghe bài hát Broken

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