Broken Hearts

Whenever my heart got broken
On the ground it layed in pieces
I would pull out glue
Pasting it back together
Then wait for it to dry and i could move on

More pain kept coming though
Before my heart could dry
A heartbreaker came and took me apart again
I ran out of glue to help my heart

I turned to tape for help
Taping the pieces of my heart back togther
Heartbreaker came and had scissors
I cried in pain

I look at my heart on the ground
In more tiny pieces than before
A boy comes with a tools box
Making my heart as good as new

I look at his cheast
A band aid on his heart
I kiss it and it starts to beat that special way again
We both smile and ask where have we been for so long...