Oh my silly broken heart
How much you had to hated it
To rip it once more pieces
Slices it while it is still bleeding
Decieving innocent smile
Did you ever saw its behind
The marionette stopped moving:
the play is over
Mama told to never cry for men
I guess I missed her lesson
In lack of attending: so sad
Precious little words might have listened
One more heart with less sorrows
Countless priceless minutes on phone
Pouring out my pathetic pain
Spitting teeth out of my mouth
Bruises does not matter but how is my heart?
Who will sew it whole I wonder
Mama, I will not cry, I promise!
