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With a sigh my heart begins to hurt

I remember how much we used to flirt

How much fun our love used to be

I always wondered if the fault was me



Every day, of every second I see your face

Then I'm filled with such great disgrace

It hurts to think of you with your new way

I wish it could be the way it was



We were together, inseparatable

We were, what we thought, loveable

Then that horrible day came                

The day you truly died



I remember it all, your different look

The way you acted, I wondered what pill you took

I remember the fall of my heart

The fall of our undying love died that day



Broken heart, full of hate

Broken heart, looking for its mate

Broken heart, going from red to black

Broken heart, only a void remains



"Without you, everything falls apart

Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces...."

(NiN)