Is there a method to my madness,
a reason for this sadness,
while everything has changed,
I seem to stay the same,
and as the people pass,
they look at me and ask,
what's the matter, why so blue,
I just look at them, and they know the truth,
'Cause broken hearted is a universal language,
one we all understand,
broken hearted is a universal language,
one we've all learned firsthand,
So what's the reason for my tears,
the same one it's been the past year,
you're gone, and I'm still here,
but I hope this message is loud and clear,
'cause I can't take this pain no more,
I can't stand to fight this war,
I loved the girl you were before,
but I'm not so sure anymore,
And broken hearted is a universal language,
one we all understand,
broken hearted is a universal language,
one we've all learned firsthand,
But I don't want to be broken hearted,
you can have back your Rosetta Stone,
no I don't want to be broken hearted,
now when you speak your native tongue, you'll do it all alone,
'Cause broken hearted is a universal language,
one I know you understand,
broken hearted is a universal language,
now you've learned it firsthand...
