Please don't hate me; if I seem to be in vein,
It's just that lately; my heart beats pain.
That constantly revolves; like a ceiling fan,
Pain eternally dissolved; that could kill a man.
It's not that I don't want love; not that at all,
But each time I fall nlove; I just simply fall.
Walks in the park and talking on the phone;
is no longer fun to me,
Instead thoughts in the dark and always alone;
is lately what has come of me,
My life has been torn apart; if only one could see,
The aftermath of a broken heart; look what it's done to me.
I have no shame to say it hurts; that would only be a lie,
I've endured pain at its worse; as if I was crucified,
My life has no worth; so shall I choose to die?
Because my heart is the first; to be considered a homicide.
You see, love I tried to have that; and gave my true love,
In the end, only to be laughed at; and made a fool of.
I've been shattered apart; please understand me that,
The only man to have a heart; that's labeled "handicap."
Misery is forever here now; look what it's done,
Is it ever so clear now; what I've become?