• I'm sitting here trying to write a song,
    My fingertips are getting colder...
    My mind is screaming
    'Since when did it take so long to write a song?!'
    The guitar on my lap growing colder,
    As I strum it to my heartbeat.
    I looked down and ran my fingers down the ice cold..

    Guitar strings.
    I strum to my singing and they've warmed up now...
    Trying to keep my lyrics from becoming,
    A love song about our broken love.
    Its weird how all my songs turn into me and you.
    Cute like you, sweet like me and funny like the both of us...
    I couldn't just pick myself up
    When I fell for you like that...

    I'm sorry for not letting you get on with your life.
    But I don't want to any longer..
    Be the girl with the broken heart.
    I began to cry, silently..
    My fingers ran down the Guitar strings,
    To regain my fragile mind...

    The Guitar strings.
    I strum to my singing and they've warmed up now...
    Trying to keep my lyrics from becoming,
    A love song about our broken love.
    Its weird how all my songs turn into me and you.
    Cute like you, sweet like me and funny like the both of us...
    I couldn't just pick myself up
    When I fell for you like that...

    Guitar strings getting harder and slightly stronger,
    and my heart is beating faster to the sound of my broken heart.
    I'm startung to sing louder,
    I can hear it in my voice...
    And its all just to block out my broken hearted thoughts..
    My hearts not alone for now since,
    I have...


    The Guitar strings.
    I strum to my singing and they've warmed up now...
    Trying to keep my lyrics from becoming,
    A love song about our broken love.
    Its weird how all my songs turn into me and you.
    Cute like you, sweet like me and funny like the both of us...
    I couldn't just pick myself up
    When I fell for you like that...

    I'm sorry for not letting you get on with your life.
    But I don't want to any longer..
    Be the girl with the broken heart.
    I began to cry, silently..
    My fingers ran down the Guitar strings,
    To regain my fragile mind...


    Guitar strings getting harder and slightly stronger,
    and my heart is beating faster to the sound of my broken heart.
    I'm startung to sing louder,
    I can hear it in my voice...
    And its all just to block out my broken hearted thoughts..
    My hearts not alone for now since,
    I have my guitar to keep me strumming,
    My heart that keeps bounding to keep me moving and...
    My voice to keep me singing for as long as I'll live.

    I guess the song has turned to us,
    The broken dreams,
    Our broken hearts...
    And my guitar strings...

    I guess the song has turned to us,
    The broken dreams,
    Our broken hearts...
    And my guitar strings...