Too many beautiful hearts are broken,
why do they throw our hearts away?
Like a shotgun blast in a house of glass,
the shattered pieces make it hard to sleep.
Those memories that we can't delete
so we go over them again and again with
droplets of sadness jumping off both cheeks
searching to find that happiness again.
Even though it isn't the end of you or me
how can I trust that I won't be shattered?
After I gave you all of my energy and
it was like I never even mattered?