When you have a broken heart ,
Nothing is ever short and smooth
Anymore ,
Something about you will always be there .
I know why ,
Because I did love you .
Time just dribbles by .
If you see my face again ,
Don't consider me a friend
Because of you ,
I am blue .
I need a better glue
To keep my heart
From breaking in two .
By Brock
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