What's Left Of The Broken

Silly boy
Look at what a mess you've made
Can't you see
You're just a toy for
The gods to play with?

Lonely girl
Crying herself to sleep
Don't you know
It's not a game?

We are aching
Burning
Drowning in an endless silence
We can't speak
We don't dare speak
For fear of what will be
Revealed of us

Pitiful young man
Worried about your love lost
They're not coming back
Can't you tell?
You can't play rough
With young ladies

Worried young woman
Why are you so scared?
Does this darkness call
With a voice that cares?
Could it really be?
A man that bleeds?

We ache
We need
Beyond a shadow of
A broken doubt
We bleed
We beg
But all that's left
Are left for dead

Poor little me
Depressed beyond belief
Don't you wonder
What's it's like to die?

How would you do it
They whisper
Shattered and manic

I don't have the heart to answer