Questions haunt my mind and plauge my soul Why did she do it? Did she ever care? Does she regret it? "You're crazy" she said Her memories burn the skin like steaming iron Branding me as the psychotic fool The broken heart must sing one last song they say But what if it wanted to yell and shout until the world's ears bled passionate blood? What if I still loved her? Would I still be the insane one?