A True Cliché

My spine was gone and standards low
Stunted by him, unable to grow
Loving looks defined my being
Devious eyes, all I was seeing

A different name was forced that day
Child of God so lost in a daze
Gave my body, you didn't care
Tossed me away and said it was fair

Streams of tears cannot fix a broken heart
When you and yourself are so far apart
I was told that time's the best healer
There's truth in clichés, I'm a believer

You've moved on, hear she looks like me
But if you're happy, don't need to see
Another trophy for your shelf
It was nothing to do with myself

Streams of tears cannot fix a broken heart
When you and yourself are so far apart
I was told that time's the best healer
There's truth in clichés, I'm a believer

Tell me this is something minor
I'm a rock, not quite a diamond
Polish me up
Make me smile
Hold my head up
Survive for a while

Streams of tears cannot fix a broken heart
When you and yourself are so far apart
I was told that time's the best healer
There's truth in clichés, I'm a believer
I'm a believer



Credits
Writer(s): Carys Morgan
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