Somedays I wonder
What you'd be like
Underneath the night sky
I've never been in
Love with anything
The way I love the
Breeze in the evening
You told me once that
I was heartbreaking
While I was cocooned in
Your sweatshirt telling
Myself lies
You see
The problem with pretty
Girls is that they don't
Wear their hearts on
their sleeves
That they speak sweetly and lie
Softly and kiss with
Their eyes open
They give a little and they
Get a lot
You told me that I was
Heart breaking
With my coined face
And pretty ways and
Lovely smile
I told you that you were
Heart breaking

*You walked away.