• I have wasted so much ink drawing hearts around his name,
    I have spent so many hours daydreaming about his face,
    He was my love,
    He was my life,
    He was my everything,
    Now hes gone, ripped right from my heart,
    I will never be the same,
    He left me bleeding in the street, and nobody cared to help,
    I have wasted so much ink drawing hearts around his name,
    And for what? For this. For a broken heart.
    And this broken heart is like a broken mirror,
    It's better to leave it broken, then hurt yourself trying to fix it.