Surprisingly, my heart is broken as he says it.
Again, I’ve fallen for a pair of blue eyes.
And I’m so sick of it: falling for those eyes,
Sick of being made to feel like shit.

My heart got broken on the underground:
Dated within a week, love in two,
Within three the dreaded “I love you”
But now my spirit’s stuck in the lost and found.

I take a pill, wonder if it will fix me.
Think of sorrow, so peculiar,
Comes in a day, hasn’t gone by the year.
Still mounted sorrow doesn’t leave me.