In a box in the corner of your room
there lies a box full of all the memories and things i gave to you
all i ask is that every once in a while
go into the box and look at the one thing i gave to you that meant everything to me
my heart...
it might be hard to see in all its tiny fragments
but please look for it and send it back to me
so i can begin to put together all the pieces
but then again they say you never stop loving someone
so if loving you is what hurts more than a broken heart
then i suppose this hurt will never go away
