Broke

Roses are red
And so is my blood
Violets are blue
Just like the bruises
Upon my heart
Torn and broken
That's how you left me
After ripping out that heart
Which had only beat for you
And one before
You have no idea
What you have done
As I lay bleeding upon the floor
You could care less
As you turn away
And frankly that makes me
Just want to rip out
Your lying throat