Happy 30th its better to be over the hill than burried under it

From mascara tears and teenage boys, to broken hearts and crying on the bathroom floor,

Loosing you isnt the hardest part, it's knowing i once had you that breaks my heart

I ran up the door, and through the stairs, said my pajamas and put on my prayers, i turned off the bed and jumped into the light, and all because you kissed me good night

If i go now, ill always wonder what if

I have a million reasons to go, and not one reason to stay

You have to win a little lose a little and let your poor heart break a little

Im 99% sure i should go, but the 1% is enough to keep me holding on

I gave you my whole heart, and you handed it back in shreds

Tell me how i'm suppose to live the rest of my life when my heart is missing