When your not normal
Nor much for formal
When you think you found love
Only to be given that shove
A first heart throb
Turned into a long sob
Worst of all to face a friend
Who became the cause of the end
It's hard to have power
And hold such a flower
Least of all a love
Without a warrning glove
So I sit here in my class
As I wait for time to pass
Tick-tock
Tic-tock
Goes the clock
No one here to hear
So my heart is left to sear
What time shall heal
I shall steal
A Broken heart
Of my own art