Who Knew Breaking Hearts Was Art?

The pain is constant
Always by my side
It grows form within me
Enjoying the ride

I feel so hollow
And so desperately alone
Not wanting to venture out
Into the cold, dark unknown

You've done me in
What else can I say?
A wandering heart
Drifting away

Don't play this game
Because you always win
You'll say you love me
And I'll run back again

Now I lay without a pulse
Because you took my heart
Sadness and misery
Supply the paint to your dark art

And oh what a show you have
With all you're finest pieces
And as long as I stick around
The art show never ceases