No one can compare to you.
No one can kiss me like you did.
No one can reassure me like you did.
No one can whisper sweet nothings like you did.
But still I try to find the next you.
They call me heartbreaker.
I call it heartbroken.
My string of broken hearts are all from mistakes.
I kiss them like you did.
I reassure them like you did.
I whisper sweet nothings like you did.
But they don't return the favor.
So with grace and beauty, I steal their hearts like you stole mine and rip it into shreds.
If I can't be happy why should they be?
I'm still searching for someone like you.
I'm starting to lose hope.
Or maybe I'm dreaming of your return.
All because of you, they call me heartbreaker.
