• My love, now gone.
    Left with no mursey for me.
    with my hart he took he did the unspeakable.
    He Smashed it to a thousend bits.
    With no guilt in him he left.
    As my one love left me i thought,
    I have no soul, no hart.
    He had left me, with nothing to live with,
    nothing but pain and suffering in that hart,
    that hart that he broke,
    not in half, but in a thousend pieces.
    There i ly broken harted.