You asked me who broke me first.
My throat becomes dry, but not from thirst.
The words catch in my throat,
The tears sting my eyes.

Not because of all the men
In my life that have beaten my heart in,
But because I’m on a boat
Floating across a stream of your lies.

The broken and empty promises you said that you would keep,
Are all turned to tears as you watch us weep.
I remember them all too well
The ones you made when you were half drunk.

We sit here with streams of tears falling from our eyes.
They weren’t that hard to keep, if only you’d have tried.
You think it’s because I fell
And to the depths of despair I’ve sunk.

Oh, how wrong you would be,
And it’s really a pity.
Why can’t you see the reason we’re all broken,
Stands in the mirror before you?

So take this as a lesson,
Maybe a gift or present.
Til your death you’ll carry this token
That not only am I broken, but she is too.