It doesnt end
It doesnt die
It doesnt lie
And it makes me cry

what is it you ask causes me to gireve
my lost love is what makes me weep.

Broken or whole
craked or full
my pitiful heart will always love you!

It has been stamped on, torn and broken in two. Threw our in the trash left tattered and bruised. It has been shunned and rejected left cold and empty.
So tell me - what is a heart good for?

Where is the logic and sense in letting people in your heart to rip it apart? What is the point of having poeple in your life? For sooner or later everyone leaves and your all alone.