There was my friend,
His shirt and pain unfurled,
Sitting in a corner of the earth,
Trapped at the end of the world.

I had followed the hurt
Until I found him there.
I inquired his condition,
As he pushed his hands through his hair.

Bridge: And none of it would’ve happened
If he had never fallen.

Chorus: He said, “What do you want,
The truth or a smile?
The list, it just grows,
And it goes on for miles,
Like the slit that she left
On my throat, deep and wide.
And I bled-out my love
Like she ripped out my pride.”

Then he said, “And that’s what she did
When she tore out my heart.
I don’t know what to do,
But I’m falling apart.”

(Bridge)
(Chorus)

So, I took him in my arms,
For his will was wearing thin.
Then, I opened-up my heart,
And shared its pieces with him.

(Bridge)