It leaves behind a bitter taste,
this toxic chemical making me rust
Is a broken heart a waste?
burnt out on simple sexual lust,
he learned to walk away
when things got too close for him,
before his heart fell off the tray.
So that when it hurt it was less grim.


He learned to walk away
now you've got his heart,
and he wants to stay.
Stunning, kind and even smart,
you grasped him and didn't let go...
Even when you weren't around
he still thought of you y'know,
hearing for once his own heart pound.


Sitting alone in this four wall room,
listening to music pound and boom
thinking about her smile and her laugh.
Starting to wonder if hes being too daft;

could a woman like that love a guy like this?
If thats the case in this game of darts,
how many shots did he miss?
In his wake lay trails of broken hearts;
how badly were they hurt?
Did they feel this way, around this flirt?
Can't truthfully say it matters much now...
the damage is done I can't say ow.

Retreating into himself, hearing his heart go thump
feeling words choke in his throat forming a lump.
Tears stinging his eyes as he thinks about her
something in his soul tells him he's sure;
He has once again fallen in love...
Looking for her up above
no one's with him right now;
but someone will be, some way, some how.