A heart that's broken,
Never Mends,
Love leaves more,
Than pale scars

Happiness,
Becomes hard to find,
And when you do,
It'll never keep

I under stand,
Why my love crys,
But does he understand,
That I know his pain,
And it only hurts,
And cuts me deep

Will he ever truly know,
That I love him more,
Than life or death,
And that I'll always linger,
If he gives me
the slightest hope

Why this hell,
Why can't I be granted freedom,
Though he's loved me
And sometimes still does?
Will he always
love another...