Which one is the worst,
Having our heart broken or broke the heart of someone else?
Hard question.

The one who breaks a heart has his heart broken?
Or it is just pure wickedness.
Do we even do it on purpose?

Your heart is broken so by revenge you break the heart of somebody
who gives you his?
Or is it rejection?
Protection?
Fear?

We don't want to feel this way anymore so we close our heart, to anyone, coldly, without guilt, for our own good?

I hurt myself today to see if i still feel,
I focus on the physical pain the only thing that's real .

I tried to **** all the memories,
But i remember everything.

You are now someone else,
But i am still the same.

On my bed, i eat small sugar hearts.
The window is opened, i can feel the wind blows in my back.
It's soft and relaxing.

Sat on my bed, i eat small sugar hearts
Small white heart, small pink heart.
I am in my underwears, i feel the heat of the sun on my body.

Laying on my bed, i eat small sugar hearts.
Old music play on my record.
The wind makes float my curtain above me.
It almost feel like summer time.

I eat small sugar hearts.
Small sugar hearts, pink as your lips, white as my soul.

I'm nostalgic of you.

Today the sky is grey,
And your eyes are brown.

Tomorrow the sky will be blue,
But your eyes will still be brown.