Her heart was once whole,
Not broken or shattered,
Not torn or tattered,
But something that mattered.

She used to be happy,
Both inside and out,
Until he came along,
And filled her with doubt.

He said that he loved her,
Which was clearly a lie,
For he stabbed her in the back,
and left her to die.

Now that her heart has stopped beating,
It lies dead on the floor,
The pieces are scattered,
And she is no more.

I'll call you hidden
I can almost just see you as you are
As someone I might actually like
But you try to be someone who'll be liked
And I know what it feels like for society to push you to that
But that's not how you know me so I won't tell
So I'll call you hidden

I'll call you cookie
'Cause although your sweet
It's not long before you're gone
So I'll call you cookie

I'll call you hugs
You're kind and caring
You're warm
You're understanding
I miss you when you're gone
I'll call you hugs

I'll call you home
You bring me warmth
You're comfortable to be around
And somehow everything leads back to you
I'll call you home

I'll call you music
You have many moods
But I love them all
You're inviting
And you make me feel worthwhile
I'll call you music

And you
You I'll call you beautiful
You know why?
Because you are

How many times do I have to die before I get the chance to live?