I can spot a broken person just as easily as a fashionista can spot a fake Gucci bag.And I see these people, they put on a breave face but really they are broken. And I give of myself maybe a little bit more than I should. Becuase I see, I know and I want to help. However, I
I am recklessReckless enough to through myself off a cliffBut there has to be beautyOn the horizonThere has to be fog on the horizon'Cuase no matter what goes down my throat or up my noseI still knowWhere I belongAnd no matter if you break me into a million piecesI will still pick myself upI can destroy myselfKnowing that