You broke my heart,
you flipped the switch from on to off,
and you left me alone in the dark,
you left me alone after savagely shattering my heart,
yes, you broke my heart with simplicity,
and I received no explanation from you,
but off you flew,
and you cruelly broke my heart,
when you flipped the switch from on to off,
and told me that our romance was no more,
and in your heart, it did no longer play a part,
and then, you left me,
then you left me alone,
you left me alone in the dark,
but wherefore now though art?
Wherefore now though art?
I do not know but I pine for you still,
and every time I think of you,
my heart it shatters a little more than before,
and though I try not to think of you,
it is not an easy thing to do,
and my world is destroyed without the love of you,
because the love that you held for me,
it is no more yes,
and I am sad but blue,
and how I ache with this heartbreak,
and oh, how I wish it was not true,
for you left me on a summer’s eve,
and how it surprised me,
because I thought we were stuck together like glue,
but it was not true,
no, it was not true,
oh, woe is me,
but not you,
not you.
Oh, curse you,
and curse this broken heart too,
oh, woe is me,
oh, woe is me,
and oh, what am I going to do,
what am I going to do,
because I am,
I am so empty without you,
empty without you,
and maybe,
maybe of a broken heart I will die too,
and oh, woe is me,
oh,
please come back to me do,
now, wherefore thou art,
wherefore thou art,
for thou hast torn me apart,
thou hast torn me apart,
and I sit here, and I cry alone,
I cry here alone,
and I feel so sad,
and so alone in the dark,
alone in the dark,
with my empty and my broken heart,
wherefore thou art,
wherefore thou art?
Please,
please come back to me,
and love me,
love me once more and please,
please mend my broken heart.
You infuriate me,
I infuriate you,
yet, I try to hold my tongue,
but what good does it do,
for you cannot hold your tongue,
and your words,
they pour forth from your mouth,
and are as foul as a corpse,
that lays rotting in the burning sun,
yes, you infuriate me,
and I infuriate you,
and though I have few words to say,
you pick on everyone,
and you trigger off an explosion of such a size,
that to me it always seems,
like a nuclear bomb,
oh, are we always to be sat in the fallout,
from your verbal bombacity,
oh, I do not know,
but how I wish that you would see,
how I wish that you would see,
that eviscerating me,
eviscerating me will only result,
in a relationship of invisibility,
and if you continue,
with your verbal barbarity,
I will soon be gone,
I will be permanently gone.