• Heartbreak


    My heart is not beating, as I lie on the floor
    The way I feel, I should be dead
    As I try not to look at the door
    These tears of mine start to shed


    You said hateful words and broke my heart
    I no longer know how you think
    You suddenly turn gay and go out with an old fart
    What, did he treat you good and give you a drink?


    Well, I know how you feel about me
    Even as my days are turning grey
    But I hope one day you turn into a flea
    So your idiocy will make my day


    I know this heartache won't soon go away
    So I will have to learn to behave
    But if you come back saying that you won't stray
    I'm going to put you in your grave.