My Empty, Broken Heart

My empty, broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up my tears.

I lay all night all by myself dying

with tears running down my wet face,

'cause the person I loved ripped out my heart waiting for me

to die.

Dying, bleeding with no one to love

because no one acts as if they care for me.

Each time I try to talk to someone,

they always act as if I don't exist.

Hesitating to talk to the person I loved at one point

kills me more and more each day.

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