when you love someone
the falling feels like flying

but at the end of the day falling is falling
and the cold hard ground is always there

theres a law stating matter cannot be created nor destroyed
heartbreak is the same

the process of collecting hearts to mend your own is as old as time
heartbreak isn't created

just passed from person to person

you're not hard to let go of
but the memory of who i thought you were
is impossible to get off my mind

who are you
under the mask of the person
you pretend to be