The Broken Ones - Dia Frampton

I know they’ve hurt you bad.

Why hide the scars you have?

Baby let me straighten out your broken bones,

All your faults to me make you more beautiful.

I can’t help it,

I love the broken ones,

The ones who

Need the most patching up.

The ones who

Never been loved,

Never been loved,

Never been loved enough.

Maybe I see a part of me in them.

The missing piece always trying to fit in.

The shattered heart

Hungry for a home.

No, you’re not alone.

I love the broken ones.

You don’t have to drive,

With your headlights off.

It’s a pocket knife,

Not a gift from God.

Don’t you learn of love from the love they kept.

I will be your anchor slowly,

Step by step.

I can’t help it,

I love the broken ones,

The ones who

Need the most patching up.

The ones who

Never been loved,

Never been loved,

Never been loved enough.

Maybe I see a part of me in them.

The missing piece always trying to fit in.

The shattered heart

Hungry for a home.

No you’re not alone.

I love the broken ones.

I love the broken ones.

Maybe we can rip off the bandage.

Maybe you will see it for what it is.

Maybe we can burn this building,

Holding you in.

I can’t help it,

I love the broken ones,

The ones who

Need the most patching up.

The ones who

Never been loved,

Never been loved,

Never been loved enough.

Maybe I see a part of me in them.

The missing piece always trying to fit in.

The shattered heart

Hungry for a home.

No you’re not alone.

I love the broken ones.

I love the broken ones.

I love the broken ones.

I love the broken ones.