You think you know me
Because you know of patterns
You know the way of people
And you've been told the way the world turns..

You expect my next move
As if we are playing a game of chess
And you anticipate your next win
Upon my unmoved guess..

I tell you now,
that you know nothing of my mind
I move with the waves of my heart
My chosen next move is mine.

But we are all a little broken
In some way we can never be the same
We are damaged
Never to be repaired
That's the way of life
You can try and fix something
You can say you repaired it
But it will never go back to its original state.