falling into the sullen br gray slumber of br my broken dreams br to the off-key melody br of my broken guitar br echoing the sound br of my broken heart br i yearn for glue br with which to mend br my broken home br that shattered along br with the pink guitar br both, when whole, br held beautiful music br but now i have only br scars as my token br of a life that lies br in hell, alone and broken. br br br (alternate ending. w.i.p.) br br so i gathered all the pieces br though sharp edges br drew my blood br and fashioned a new heart br with holes to let love in br for i refuse to stay br alone and broken.