Head hurts, ears ringing.
Ghosts of my past leave my eyes stinging.

Headaches brought on by heartaches,
Oh, how my heart aches for you.
For ghosts of you, the memories of the past.
You may have been my first,
But I won't let you be my last.

Sleepless nights spent trying to figure out
What I could've done, how it all went so fast.
I knew I loved you, without a doubt,
And I always thought you felt the same as I.

And there you left me alone to cry,
A broken ankle and a broken heart.
You threw one of Cupid's darts,
And hit me right in the bullseye.