The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight.
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time.
I am here still waiting though i still have my doubts.
I am damaged at best, like you’ve already figured out.

I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing,
With a broken heart that’s still beating.
In the pain there is healing.
In your name I find meaning.
So I’m holdin’ on, I’m holdin’ on, I’m holdin’ on.
I’m barely holdin’ on to you.

Broken by Lifehouse

This was a scrapbook page that I made, my scanner was smaller than the actual page so the top was cut off a little bit. I tried to age the paper with watercolor, but tea and coffee worked better.