Broken heart. One more time. Pick yourself up. Why even cry?. Broken pieces. In your hands. Wonder how you'll make it whole. You know. You pray. This can't be the way. You cry. You say. Something's gotta change. And mend this porcelain heart. Of mine. Of mine. Someone said. A broken heart. Would sting at first. Then make you stronger. Wonder why this pain remains. Were hearts made whole just to break?. You know. You pray. This can't be the way. You cry. You say. Something's gotta change. And mend this porcelain heart. Of mine. Creator. Only You take brokeness. And create. It into beauty once again. You know. You pray. This can't be the way. You cry. You say. Something's gotta change. You know. You pray. This can't be the way. You cry. You say. Something's gotta change. And mend this porcelain heart. Please mend this porcelain heart. Of mine. Of mine. Creator. Mend this heart