Broken my heart a thousand times.
So all the pieces I lose track.
I guess you left an impact.
I bet you already knew that.

I see that, you got a new tat.
With your hair cut short, and now it's jet black.
I've been texting your phone,
But you won't respond back.
Told me that you would love me forever,
So what kind of love is that,
Won't even pick up your phone,
You can at least take it back.
All those things you told me before,
Now they don't mean jack.
You said it wasn't me, but it doesn't feel like that.
It feels like an excuse, I'll let Karma deal with that.