I know they've hurt you bad.
Wide, the scars you have.
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've,
Never been loved,

And 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.

It's a pocketknife,
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.