I sat in my corner,crying
My heart ached with pain.
I knew it was broken,
But I tried to keep my head up high,
And tried to keep out the loathing
Jealousy I had for the girl,
she stole my lovers heart.

And my heart?The black one?
All broken apart?
That used to be mine.
It once was so beautiful and delicate,
Who would think it was mine?
My lover stole the love out of it,
The faith, The hope, The caring.
All gone.

He saw me in my corner and started to laugh,
His new girlfriend beside him, shrieking.
He left me by myself to die,
Not drying a tear,
Not comforting me,
Not loving me.
I slowly closed my eyes,
and never woke up again.