Beauty of the broken
Ripe cherries are always red
But the sky is not always blue
Love's a heaven, though it may hurt like hell
And that's the beauty of the broken!
A broken heart is like broken ribs
You can't...
But the sky is not always blue
Love's a heaven, though it may hurt like hell
And that's the beauty of the broken!
A broken heart is like broken ribs
You can't...