What is that red stuff all on the floor?
I don't recall it being there before.
Could it be from this gaping wound in my chest
where you ripped out my heart and claimed it was for the best?
Then you spoke those words that shook me to the core,
"I think it's very clear: you're not wanted anymore."

It's too bad that the only touch
I'll ever know from your hand
is the sharp sting of your love.
This couldn't be what we planned.
Teetering on the edge of a broken smile
and not knowing when the pain will end.

So I stand and scream my lungs to the sky,
"I will not allow my love to die!"
Help me finish what I couldn't start,
because I can't stand to fall apart.