Shattered.

So what am I supposed to do now?

After I spent two months
kidding myself that I stood a chance.
Dreaming that maybe, you and me could work something out.

But to hear that now, you're
seeing someone else;
those words just broke me.
Why do you think I had to leave?

And to hear it, dropped
so casually
into an everyday conversation.
I understand; she didn't know.
Perhaps
if I'd had the courage
to say something earlier
it wouldn't've worked out like this.
It's too late for me now.

From the moment I heard
'till the moment I left
I was fighting back tears.
I let them fall
the second I knew you couldn't see.

I broke down then,
salty tear tracks staining my face
as I tried to walk home.
Two miles is a long way to go
when your heart's too broken to beat.

Sleep has done nothing to soothe me.
There's an empty ache in my chest where my heart
used to be,
before it was shattered into a thousand jagged pieces.
And each piece continues to cut
just like a knife.

Not seeing you for so long was the hardest thing
I'd ever done. Now I know
the hardest thing will be seeing you again
after this. That's why I had to leave -
just because you came back
and I knew if I saw your face again
my tears would tell you everything,
and I'm not ready for the truth to come out.
Not yet. Maybe not ever.

Now answer me this, baby: