my broken hearts still beating

So I've got a past and maybe I can't erase my mistakes. I'm not perfect and I'm falling short all the time, but I'm accomplished and worthy; held together, just barely hanging on. My hearts a little beat up, broken and abused. If you peal off my mask you'll find I'm bruised. And so maybe I'm not perfect and I've made some bad mistakes, but I'm alive and breathing. My broken hearts still beating. My wounded souls still here pushing on. Let it go, leave this past behind. Take me and all my mistakes, take me in this torn up shape. I am still alive.