There she sits,
With a broken heart.
Smiles have faded,
She's falling apart.
The tears I see,
As they fall from her face.
I want to hold her,
To help her find her place.
If only she could see,
She was more than enough.
Than maybe this break-up,
Wouldn't be so tough.
But sitting in silence,
I see all her pain.
She's screaming inside,
As she whispers his name.
I see all the marks,
The marks of insanity.
As her words grow louder,
Words of profanity.
She whispers 'why me? '
As she tries to fake a smile.
But her pain increases more,
Her hearts shattered in a pile.
She's wasting away,
And she doesn't even care.
For what's a life without him,
If he's not even there.
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