This heart
This hurt, this egg
Broken beyond repair
Bruised, yellow & black
Should know better than to go back for more.
Should know it's wrong to go back
But what is love that doesn't scar
Cut and bleed you beyond repair
How far does the river wind
From what tear did it begin
I am a second string fiddle to you
All the strings broken and used
-C.Menard 7.15.2010
