I am broken, or is it just a myth.
I thought you took my heart in place of your own, but maybe it was just a gift for your nice behaviour.
I fell for it quite easily and now it's you just making me feel useless.
Let it be boy, you did your best to make me happy, maybe.
It's fine, I know I was on my own since always.
Betrayals, one after other and now you see a stubborn me with no feelings, maybe, or less.
Now I know it's better to let my soul breathe and let my mind take hold, because I am not broken, I can never be.
You helped me become strong and so now I cannot drown in this mythical world because of a fool like you, or maybe, I was the fool and now noone can break me again.