• when the world seems to have come crashing down on you,
    you dont know who to turn to.
    you dont know how to cope.
    you feel like theres no hope.
    you keep it to yourself and try to get through,
    instead of facing the facts...you avoid the truth.
    you tell yourself that its alright.
    you lie to yourself to help you sleep at night.
    then you dream of whats real and wake in a sweat.
    the lies have caught up to you, i bet.
    you live your days ravaged in pain.
    all because a broken heart left you disdain
    you cant show your face because of the shame.
    you get defensive when someone speaks your name.
    you fear they make fun behind your back.
    when in reality, they just want their friend back.
    you lose yourself and everyone who's around,
    locking yourself in your room without a sound.
    you bombard yourself with a hatred of yourself,
    when the blame isn't yours, but of someone else.
    you feel responsible because they made a mistake
    when in reality they never meant for your heart to break.
    you try to move on as time passes by.
    the pain fades away and your tears run dry.
    your heart has hardened up, your blood grew cold.
    you dont feel the same as events unfold.
    instead of facing the problem at hand
    you let break you down. you could barely stand.
    it stole all your energy, your kindness, you're no longer whole.
    you walk as if it stole half your soul.
    you let it push you beyond your limit.
    you couldnt take it anymore so you just gave in to it.
    destructive emotions, wild persona, reckless behavior,
    you gave up on religion. you denied your savior.
    you take part in activities that put you in danger.
    you start up a pattern of putting trust in total strangers.
    going with them to unknown locations,
    having sex with them without protection.
    you never learned your lesson until one fateful day,
    when you where approached by a stranger and he took you away.
    you thawt it would be like every other time.
    he picks you up, and you show each other a good time.
    but he was an expert, a master with his skills.
    he wrote poetry in your ears so good it gave you chills.
    but as he wrote you took it all in,
    never knowing this man was wraped up in sin.
    you didnt care. you couldnt. not after you were hurt.
    so walking into the house you ripped off his shirt.
    you felt him and kissed him as you went down the hall.
    and into his bedroom revealing it all.
    he kissd you back, gave you his being, promising you would be his wife.
    you believed him, but he reached over and grabbed a knife.
    he stabbed you once in the side. you dont know what it all means.
    he didnt stop moving, or stabbing. you didnt scream.
    you just laid there, writhing in pain, grabbing the sheets.
    little did you know he was wanted for killing on the streets.
    as you die you watch your life flash before your eyes.
    you wonder how it came to this, you begin to cry.
    all because of you simply couldnt cope with a broken heart,
    your life after that...just fell apart.
    All because of a broken heart