I've got all the symptoms of a girl with a brokenheart.

This time its different,
it cut me like a knife.
But no matter what you'll never see me cry,
you'll never hear me winge.
You can be proud,
you did this to me.
Have your chance at fame,
but when it all comes crashing down i wont be here.
I'm not helping you through it anymore,
i'm not bothering anymore.
I've got all the symptoms,
of a girl with a brokenheart.