Story Of The Broken Heart (Story Of An Angel) (New song by me)

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Story Of The Broken Heart (Story Of An Angel) (New song by me)

This is the second song of the mini album- To Become A Lullaby
there's alot going on in this song including a hidden story of what might have happened to the Anonymous Angel of the previous song
So read up, and make your own interpretations!
lemme know what you think!
THANK YOU!!! <3 <3 <3
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Story Of The Broken Heart (Story Of An Angel)
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[This is the story of the broken heart. And this is the story of an angel under autopsy.]
We call ourselves cynical, cynical an so- so sarcastic
The mess kids meet in the end (CYNICAL! W’ERE SO CYNICAL!)
May make us look far past sick (SARCASTIC!! SO SARCASTIC!!!)
But after all… SUCCESS IS AS SWEET AS REVENGE!!!

I am THE BROKEN HEART… Trapped in a rib cage, but it’s a broken start (LA! LA! LA!)
To scare away the monsters, The Swans which rip you apart
See… He’s already made up of broken parts , all sealed in Pandora’s Box (LA! LA! LA!)
But my toxic romance will handle the locks (La la la LA! LA!)

You’re gonna wanna look at the X-ray we took from my chart
All other organs have gone gray… What’s next, my heart?!
Lungs aren’t even breathing, at this masquerade I’m the host
IF I TORE OFF THESE WINGS… WOULD I JUST B A GHOST?!

At Night-
Don’t let yourself get sick from the bed-bugs bite…
STAY CYNICAL!!! STAY SARCASTIC!!! Speak to stay-
AWAKE!!!

Lookin’ for ghosts so I know there’s somewhere to go let free
Asking who took my life until they’re annoyed
I’m so right to the point they call me paranoid
Living life while fighting it… Almost as if it were out to get me
…Hello again, Reaper
Have I become a keeper
I’m honestly not surprised
…That I’ve caught your eyes.

We call ourselves cynical, cynical an so- so sarcastic
The mess kids meet in the end (CYNICAL! W’ERE SO CYNICAL!)
May make us look far past sick (SARCASTIC!! SO SARCASTIC!!!)
But after all… SUCCESS IS AS SWEET AS REVENGE!!!

Sat all afternoon stitchin' nooses rangin’ big to small
But in the end… I just could not do it.
So they all pitched in loose change, went to the mall
AND BOUGHT ME A “HOW TO” KIT!!!

Pretty on the inside and I’ve got a lot of guts…
Displayed on both sides of my room
Artwork leaks from a cluster of cuts
An mother picks up her paintbrush, the broom
[So I’m already a ghost.]

Congratulations!!! You’ve made your pawn slur.
Stress from the castle trip, just the drive
YOU’VE CREATED A MONSTER!
Look… I’M ALIVE!!!
[Look… AT THE MESS!!!]

A solution to months of guessing and doubt
After all the heartless “MESSING ABOUT”
“To just kill you” Played on the April-fool
Burn the school down to be “COOL” (Ha-ha)
[I cut! I cut! I cut the lunch-line]

We call ourselves cynical, cynical an so- so sarcastic
The mess kids meet in the end (CYNICAL! W’ERE SO CYNICAL!)
May make us look far past sick (SARCASTIC!! SO SARCASTIC!!!)
But after all… SUCCESS IS AS SWEET AS REVENGE!!!

I’m every Hypochondriac’s wet dream
Now I’ve got every disease in the book
But they wouldn’t be actin’ so obscene
If they knew how many needles it took
Prescription? The shrink will fill two
Till I overdose on the worst placebo
Who would think it could kill you
“Sugar pills” the reverse placebo

At Night- (We call ourselves cynical, CYNICAL AN SO SARCASTIC)
Don’t let yourself get sick from the BED-BUGS BITE… (The mess kids meet in the end…)
STAY CYNICAL!!! STAY SARCASTIC!!! Speak. To. Stay- (May make us look far past sick)
AWAKE!!! (But after all… SUCCESS IS AS SWEET AS REVENGE!!!)

[No I won’t stay a ghost!]
Oh doctor, are these full tranquilizers the cure to being ill
Why else would I get needles every single time I squeal
NO DOCTOR! I WON’T TAKE YOUR PILLS
YOU WON'T TELL ME HOW TO FEEL

Haven’t pried my lips, no won’t rip ‘em open
I don’t need ‘em… Anyway…… Anyway……… Anyway…………
…BEEN SCREAMIN’ ON THE INSIDE AN COPIN’
-With the bleedin’ in my own way… My own way!!! MY OWN WAY!!!

[This has become a story of an angel before autopsy being buried alive. And this is a story of us.]
We call ourselves cynical, CYNICAL AN SO SARCASTIC (At Night-)
The mess kids meet in the end… (Don’t let yourself get sick from the BED-BUGS BITE…)
May make us look far past sick (STAY CYNICAL!!! STAY SARCASTIC!!! Speak. To. Stay-)
But after it all… SUCCESS IS AS SWEET AS REVENGE. (AWAKE!!!)