my empty broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up my tears.
and i lay all night all by myself
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!