He broke your heart, didn’t he?
Just like the summer, he left a little too soon.
Left you in the middle of the nowhere,
with bags of emotions and bottles of tears,
And now you have to find your way home… alone.
i’m sorry that the thorn in the roses he gave you, have you torn,
i’m sorry that your heart is hurt and like a baby, needs to be nursed,
i’m sorry that your vision of love has been jeopardized,
i’m sorry that “i love you” doesn’t mean i’ll love you forever.
So drink some tea and shed some tears if you have to,
lay awake tonight and listen to all the sad songs,
Stare into the darkness of the night, see if you can find some light,
tell yourself it’s not your fault that this is where it ends,
and maybe time will let you catch your breath.
Moving on is like running against the wind,
its hard because the wind keeps pushing too hard,
but slowly and surely, the wind will lose its strength,
and Time will come to your rescue right when it needs to.
i would help you run away from the hurt, if i could,
but i heard that pain like this demands to be felt,
So just incase you have a hard time breathing,
Place your hand on your chest and tell your heart “it gets better”.