I love you.
I'm hurt.
I'm broken.
You stitch it.
That rip.
I love you.
It hurts.
You love it.
Your sick masterpiece.
What you've done.
To my heart.
I love you.
I'm done.
I'll let someone else do the job.
You just couldn't do.
I love you.
Goodbye.
I left a trail of tears.
Don't follow them, dear.
They'll lead back to me.
Someone else stitching my heart.
But unlike you.
They wont tear it apart.