Heart Broken

Misguided, my heart is broken.

I lay apart, I'm a token.

I fray this part because I have to say, it seems like your heart ain't broken.

Like you're hardened and I'm softened.

Where is it that I'll be more often to be fully a part instead of fully a broken?

Where do I lark? Where is the spark, the light in the dark?

There's no God in the dark, no light just the past.

It's fast when conditions are at last, we laugh, in the rephrasing of the class.

I hate to see you acting fast, I hate to see you attacking my past

When I'm backing myself into the corner.

I'm packing it up, I'm about to rap it up and loiter.