Bad Habits And Blueprints

Here goes another bad habit,
another skin cell,
peeled off my lips
Who wants to caress someone broken
Someone with a broken heart

Here goes another bad habit,
it's how I lie
with my bleeding smile
Who believes my words aren't broken
My words are just a poet's tries

Here goes another bad habit,
another done-with-it,
another should-quit
Who wants to hold a failing promise
A promise that falters and dies

Here goes another blueprint,
another ideal
beckoning me
Who wants a broken copy
Who wants the broken me

I'm tired of pretending
And of this tired, cracking shell
I can see why you won't look at me

And there goes another skin cell