The tears i have cried
the blood i have shed
the memory's i wish
could be lost with the knife
that is hidden in my room
with the blood from the memory's
i have that i was with you
i wish that tears could erase
the memory's i had with you
the times i was happy
the memory with you
when i felt you cared
you didn't have a reason
for breaking my heart
just said it was over
n it wasn't good from the start
what i have figured
was i wasn't your type
not the preppy stuck up chic that was alright
i had to many problems
none that you would listen too
so in the end you said I'm sorry n its over
n broke my poor little black heart
