Left,
took my heart and walked away, call the police its not okay.
walking around with it beating in his hand,
no hope on getting it back, not one strand.
crying, denying, telling myself its still mine, knowing if it was I'd feel it inside.
its not there, and that i know. my feelings for you are hard not to show.
i cant find an end you see, because with out my heart there is no me.
