Should my heart break, I will not cry foul play.
I will not even piece it back together.
I will leave it shattered right where it lays.
I will carry on with an empty *****
Like an empty frame on a beautiful wall.
A constant reminder of how a beautiful love could not blossom.
Should my heart break, I will cradle my sorrow and sing a long sweet lullaby.
For should my heart break, I will have to learn to say goodbye.