So, when did you decide
to rip my heart apart?
Now I'm dying inside
of my own broken heart.

The pain still remains
like the moon does after dark.
So, go ahead and take your aim
and shoot that arrow through my heart!

Can't you see my pain?
Or is it too much to take?
For I am the broken one,
and you are FAKE!

Where do I go from here?
I want to love again,
but there is so much fear
to try to love another man.

I feel like part of me has died.
Where do I bury my heart?
I can't dig a hole big enough
to give me a brand new start.

Finally, I take a breath,
and move on with my life.
Since my heart is dead,
got to bring it back to life.

I'll take the arrow,
that pierced my heart,
and make a fire with the wood
so I can seal up all the holes.

Now my heart is alive.
No scars will it bare,
I can make it love again,
all because you didn't care!!