My heart started to rot,
In eighth grade spanish class,
That moment you danced into the room,
A spotlight on your smile.

I say it started to rot,
For it knew I will never know your love.
But what's the difference,
Between misery and ever after?

My heart began to rot,
When you took my hand and ran.
Rain pounding down,
Cascading around the halo on your head.

I say it started to rot,
For I knew then you loved me too.
But what's the difference,
Between having him or having me?

My heart began to rot when I saw his smile,
And I knew mine would never compete.
And how his hand fit with yours,
While you held him to your breast.

My heart began to rot,
Oh so long ago.
And now there is nothing more,
Than darkness where you once were.