It's called a break-up, because it's broken.

The only person I'll ever need
The only person I couldn't keep.

Teased, pleasured, trapped, and used.
Shattered, battered, broken, bruised.
Stripped, twisted, warped, confused.

All because I fell for you.

You're chasing girls...
I'm chasing a ghost.

Why can't we just start over?
We're already strangers.

If I had known from the beginning that you would've broken my heart...
I'd still go through it again.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much if I just believed you're dead and not standing two feet from me.

What's worse?
Dying from the infection in my heart?
Or gaining enough strength to rip you out of it?