Broken Mess

He can't sleep, he can't eat

He keeps thinking about her behind the locked door of

her bedroom

As she knowingly tortures the shell that is left of her

bridegroom

And what did he do to deserve

This whore of a wife who parades her disgrace to his

face now

When he loved her and gave up his life in more ways

than she knows how

And all I can say is that

Love is a terrible art, it’s a hook in the heart

That can drag you on broken glass

And as you protest the shards in your flesh

The hook tears out your chest until you’re just a

broken mess

Where is God in this rot?

Depraved she commits the most heinous of sins and

breaks her vows

But he loves her despite all the crimes she devises in

his house

Where is God? I’ve been taught

That He’s close to the broken, it's true I have spoken

with Him some

When I look in my brother's eyes I can see where his

love comes from

And all he can say is that

Love is a terrible art, it’s a hook in the heart

That can drag you on broken glass

And as you protest the shards in your flesh

The hook tears out your chest until you’re just a

broken mess

But he has mercy on her lover and does not bleed him

dry

A credit to his self control if it were me that monster

would probably die

Love is a beautiful thing, she can make your heart sing

When you’re walking on broken glass

She will open your eyes, make your heart feel alive

Point you toward the sunrise

Help you leave all this broken mess behind

Love is a beautiful thing

Will you leave this broken mess behind?