If I had one last day to live
I'd spend it with someone I love...

It didn't take a genius to know
that we were doomed from the start...

In the darkest of darks
I hear the beating of a heart...

If I were to go crazy
completely insane in the brain...

Between us is a short distance
we're sitting comfortable on the couch...

He's the man of many with a craving for adulation,
And a thirst for the tears he leaves in his wake...

Her heart was kidnapped by a stranger
Her body wasn't prepared to be controlled...

I used to watch her from afar,
Admiring the bounce of her curly dark hair...

No regrets
A broken heart is what I get...

When I was chosen
It made me frozen...

Temporarily broken,
Shriveled up inside is what they call a heart...

Today, I went looking through old photographs
And found a picture of us...