Time passes by.
Just gotta keep on trying.
Only one more moment,
hold in that cry!
He walks away,
you broke down that day.
Everything is over,
but you feel everything will be okay.
Scream into the night.
Dog barks.
Mom runs into help, you tell her she's right.
You get over him.
Your feelings are thin, and your hair you trim.
You drink the whiskey, you cut your arm and cry until he finally sees.
He hurt you bad. Your cry hard. What to do now except worry about your heart.
End. Its over. Nothing else to say.
Go tell your arms the story once again.