I sewed my heart to my sleeve,
Now the damn thing won't stop bleeding.
A puddle of letters, an ocean of words
But nothing new to say.
I'm stuck on repeat, don't listen to me.
I thought I was so romantic,
I was just being pedantic.
I cataloged all my antics,
My arguments over semantics.
You broke my heart, I wrote it down
With rhyming words, cacophony of sound.
I'm running out of things to say,
I'm just repeating myself again.
This is where I figure out you're not the one I want,
Something I can't live without, nothing like I thought.
A chemical connection to your subtle way with words,
A typical addiction to your sweet, seductive verse.
We were writing a story all for personal glory,
This is not a happy ending.