and she says she's okay
really, she's alright-
and image of a broken star
hangs above her head, a halo;
self-pity is no longer a fight
because there is no fight without a foe.
but if you need me, i'll be your faithful
and if you want me, just be grateful
you've got me, absolutely
cause i'm your little broken star.
and everything's without speaking
oh, another corner's leaking
neverending misplaced murders
peeking into the light from the first time
and perfectly, the worst words seem to rhyme
shamed is the sun
to come out today
but the moon, unexpectedly,
has its own little way.
