I am a record broken into jagged pieces
and I refuse to contemplate that
I can be fixed
My mistakes keep repeating
and I don't believe
The scratches an be healed
I am not good enough
I rethink when I tell myself that
I am beautiful and strong
I try too hard to yearn for perfection.
but my mind now realizes
I will always have faults and flaws.
I am shattered.
Never will anybody say
They want to listen to me.
I will be replaced with an innovative record
and I'd be a fool to say
My broken pieces will be treasured like platinum
I am strong inside and out.
That is wrong, the truth is
Sometimes I think I am ruined.
I am as worthless as the B side of a 45.
It is foolish to presume that
There is hope for me to be patched back together.
But if you play me in reverse...