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I broke my arm, you broke my heart.

Can you guess which one hurts more?

My heart feels like it's in a million pieces.    

My arm just feels a bit sore.

You can't put a cast over my heart

to try to help my poor heart heal.

If you said you'd stay with me if I broke the other arm

I'd think that was a pretty good deal.

I broke my arm, you broke my heart.  

Now I'm suffering two kinds of pain.

Wondering if any of the hurt will go away  

and if my love was really in vain.

Everyone can see that my arm is broken,

But no one can see my heart.

If you were to take an X-ray right now

you'd see how it was all torn apart.  

Maybe I can forget how much I love you

when the pain medication kicks in.

But I'll just sit here staring into space,

thinking about you until then.

I broke my arm, you broke my heart.

You'd think this would make me more tough.

I want to be with you and love you right now

because I think that I've suffered enough.

I'll guess I'll be hurting for quite some time.

It's seems that I wasn't too smart.

Because in just one day I had two tragedies,

I broke my arm, you broke my heart.