Broken Heart
From the start you were here,'Til the day that you were gone.
I'd always thought forever and ever,
That nothing could ever go wrong.
I finally awoke from the dream,
Back to my own reality.
I was always so young and free,
'Til I lost my own vitality.
It's all because you left me there.
In a big room with long halls.
The room was my broken heart.
And your face was painted all over the walls.
My broken heart bled and bled.
But,you did nothing to help.
'Cause your the one that cut it first.
And all I did was yelp.
The days went on and finally,
My broken heart was done.
Because there was another boy
With a better glue gun.
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