broken

if i am frightened then i can hide it

if i am crying

i'll call it laughter

if i am haunted

i'll call it my imaginary friend

if i am bleeding

i'll call it my wine

but if you leave me then i am broken

and if i'm broken then only death remains

if i am drifting

then i can fight it

if i am sinking

no-one will know it

if i am blinded i'll have my voices still to guide me

if they yet fled away i'd bless the silence

but if you leave me then i am broken

and if i'm broken then only death remains