People say
That whenever you hear
Of someone's death
You will still hear
Another two,
For dead always comes
In three.

I wonder
It the same happens
About heartbreak
After all
It leaves you broken
And sometimes
You feel dead inside.

I've had my first
And it hurt like hell
Almost killed me.

Now
I've had my second
And it was
Like a puch in the face
Before you even wake up.

This time
I'm both scared
And excited
To know who will be
My third.