The broken One.

Her tears falls down as falling stars,
she carries a young, but broken heart,
and for every time she hears his name,
one more piece is torn apart.
She looks away and holds her breath,
so no one sees it in her eyes,
but she'd gladly trade it all, she said,
To before they had to give goodbyes.
Incurable, the worst of all,
the sickness that takes you down the fall,
and there was nothing she could have done,
she'd still wind up the broken one.
You know, she says,
if I had known,
how much it hurts to fall in love,
I'd rather live my live alone,
than have him once, but not enough.
Each breath she takes is agonizing,
every moment awake is
a moment too long,
and for every waking passing minute,
she wonder how it went so wrong.
Don't worry, they say, the wounds will heal,
but the scar of course, will still remain,
you'll learn from love, and then you'll see,
that every kiss is worth the pain.
No, she answers, while her eyes turn black,
Once broken there's no turning back,
And if we can't have each other, then,
I'm never gonna fall in love again.

And in her eyes you see the death,
The numbness from a romance done,
She'd rather never love, in stead,
But she is now the broken one.