He broke me down. Tore me apart piece by peace. And as I withered away I strived to pull myself back together. I reached for the pieces. But no glue could make me whole. And the man that stole my heart has soon achieved his goal. Yet I lay here while he is trying. He tries to fix my heart. He tries to fix everything he tore down and pulled apart. And nothing seems to work. Not cement nor glue nor tape. But darling he is trying. That’s good enough for you.