The Broken Ones

Coult it be that we are now broken?
Could it be that our hearts are fragile
And bound to rev?

We are red gemstones needed to be found
You can see, we are like diamonds that shattered down
If we could make it
We could be more than just an end
Tied at the border of dreams that broke, and

Could it be that we are
More than just lucky ones?
Are we meant to run and hide
When all we want
Is just some shelter for these broken hearts?

I've been swimming countless, deep, black nights
In oceans of names, faces lost in time
I gotta be strong when they all are gone
I'm pretty sure I'm not the kind to move on

Oh, am I porcelain?
(They broke me down, reshaped the pieces)
Just for fun, a puppet in the play of "Pretending"

Could it be that we are
More than just lucky ones?
Are we meant to run and hide
When all we want
Is just some shelter for these broken hearts?

Could it be...
Could it be...