Made With Duct Tape

Somewhere down the line,
I lost the woman I was before.
On trodden cobbled paths,
She lies on the cold stone floor.

She was lost recklessly,
              carelessly,
                effortlessly...

Now I'm left with an empty feeling,
My heart once was flitting,
               fluttering,
             fleeting...
Now my prayers are for my heart to stop beating.

Give me hope,
    I can't cope
    I've lost all reasons to cry
    I know why...
              I'm nothing inside.

Don't push me,
    I'll shatter.
    Broken and battered
    Glued into shape
    Made with duct tape...

Somewhere down the line,
I lost myself when you were mine.