Why is this so hard?
I never gave him my heart;
I knew it would end
so I didn’t start
But there’s an ache in my chest,
a hole I can’t explain,
I can only think he stole it
while I stared at the rain;
I watched sadness spill from the sky,
as if it was raining for me,
knowing what I was about to lose
the sky tried to warn me to set my heart free
Sadness now spills from my eyes
because he took my heart;
I should have seen this coming,
wasn’t it my choice to start?