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 will 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 will 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 towards the sunrise

Help you leave all this broken mess behind

Love is a beautiful thing

Will you leave your broken mess behind

Oh love is a beautiful thing

Will you leave your broken mess behind

Oh love

Oh love

Will you leave your broken mess behind

Oh love

Oh love

Will you leave your broken mess behind