Each kiss laid upon my cheek is filled with guilt
When I saw you with that other man my heart had shattered
and you tried to fix it with glue and duct tape
but it still remained unfixed.

Imagine that my heart was a clay vase
And your mistakes were a hammer
Each time you looked toward another man-
you broke away a piece of me
Each time you touched or laid a kiss upon them-
you broke more

I was crushed into a fine powder
now imagine you trying to put that powder together with glue
and duct tape.
in other words imagine trying to heal my wounds with sorry's
And promises to do and be better.

it doesn't work
you broke me
and there are just some things that you can't fix.