Broken


You think I'm broken so, why don't you arrange me?
I'm not one object but you think I'm broken so, concert me by your taste. 
Manage me like the girl of your dreams. 
Reconstruct me as the perfect woman. 
But never play me in the garbage because I'm not one game with you play and when is broken or wasted you collocate out. 

So concert me but don't put me out of your life...

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