DON'T YOU HATE BROKEN HEARTS

by Cara McTired   Jun 6, 2005


I knew it was coming,
I knew it wouldn’t last,
For the second time,
My heart broke like glass,
I stare with sparkles eyes,
I wanted to die…
But instead told myself,
“Don’t cry…”
My heart was shattered,
Inside I was dead.
When I got home
I lay in bed
And sobbed until my eyes were red

2 Messengers, both from you,
To bad “I’m sorry”
Just won’t do…

… It was going to be longer… but I stopped before I killed it to much…
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