She took a piece of my heart, when she left the rest of me with marks The blade was in my hand but she made the cuts
She was never mine but it felt as if she was when she gave me her smile. I think of her everyday.
I can neverΒ Β again love someone new ,like i loved her These words cant fully heal a torn heart In time ill scar, but she will always have a piece of my broken heart
I hate being gay, you fall in love with someone so perfect become friends, and my feeling get tangled up. But she will never know how much i just want to hold her. And ill never have a chance because she is straight and i cant blame her for that you dont choose who you love.