• Her heart, like glass,
    Lie in pieces, broken.
    Each memory in shards,
    The size of a token.
    The tears fall together,
    From her eyes they depart.
    These are the shards of a broken heart.

    Each memory in sight,
    She grips the sheet.
    Her knuckles go white,
    The pain can't be beat.
    Waiting for each moment to pass,
    Her heart was truly made of glass.

    Slowly but surely,
    She falls asleep.
    She's cried so much,
    No more tears to weep.
    Broken from the beginning,
    Broken from the start,
    These are the shards of a broken heart.