False Love

Her heart was pierced with a sword of hate
What a shame, she could use some extra hearts
How could this be, for things were going so great
Was her heart nothing but a game of darts?

Back then, she would cry from laughing too hard
Now she would cry from the breaking pain inside
She wonders why life has handed her this card
When, oh when, will the anguish subside?

I sadly admit that the broken heart is mine
All the confusion bundled up in my mind
Fooled into thinking that things were going fine
Honestly, how could I have been so blind?

Yes, I thought of him as a gift from above
But now I know he was nothing but false love.