I slowly see the ties are broken
And a voice repeats in my head
What is broken cannot be remade
what is broken cannot be saved
I need those ties, don't i?
and the voice repeats once more
What is broken cannot be remade
What is broken cannot be saved
The ties of love, family and friends...
And a voice repeats its timely phrase
What is broken cannot be remade
What is broken cannot be saved
I wonder why should I bother anymore?
And it whispers to me;
What is broken cannot be remade
What is broken cannot be saved
No one sees it, and I couldn't explain it to them even they asked.
And it holds me with its simple words;
What is broken cannot be remade
What is broken cannot be saved
I have a good life, and yet..
The voice in my head sings to me;
What is broken cannot be remade
What is broken cannot be saved
No..What is it really says..is
Why bother anymore?
Why fight?
Why spend so many nights crying over useless things?And so I ponder,
and wonder,
what on earth am I to do?
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