My heart has been broken many times before,
So then why does this time hurt so much?
It feels like I am a wave, that will never reach the shore.
And it seems like he doesn't even realize how much pain he is causing me.
I can't sit back and wonder why.
He would say those things to me,
Now everynight I must sit and cry.
If he doesn't mean it, then why does he act that way?
I wish I could just drink myself to death.
But I don't want to cause any grief to my friends.
When I think of him, I still find it hard to catch my breath.
And if I did leave, I would have so many unfinished tasks.
He's helped me through all the tough times.
When I found it was even too hard to fight.
I love him with all the pieces of my broken heart.
And I wish he could just always hold me tight.
These words are coming from my heart.
As you hear these words, I want them to paint a picture.
In your mind, so you can see how my pain is art.
Broken
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