It’s me
It’s always
Me

The way I break
The things I touch

The way I break
The things
I wish I could touch

Broken hands
Breaking me
Breaking you
Breaking us

Broken heart
  and broken flesh
Hidden behind a
Broken soul

I don’t know how
To be the things
That I’m not

I don’t know how
To be the things
That I should

I don’t even knew
Quite simply
How to be me