I thought we were a poem meant to be written
I thought we were a song meant to be sang
I thought we were movie meant to be filmed
I thought we were a book meant to be published

You broke my heart but I have memories, they keep me warm inside. But those same memories tear me apart. My tears are hard to hide. You told me you love me but yet you pushed me aside, like an old bike that's been rusted outside. My heart is broken you left me alone. I feel my lungs are giving up, I feel I am too. The most dangerous drug I ever had, has blue eyes and a heartbeat.