• Your heart lives and grows on others,
    And for some reason you choose mine.
    You were decieved by my love and I was decieved by yours.
    I believe the count was broken heart; yours; one,
    Broken heart; my; nine.
    You tuned my heart to fit your needs,
    When mine were for you to let me be.
    You've troubled me to a trembled,
    You've put a hole in my heart,
    Although you have scarred my love and stomped my life,
    You've done enough to hurt me now be gone for long.
    Even though you hurt me to much for one to bear,
    You know in your bitter heart,
    You still care.