Heartbreak is never easy
Trust my words it makes a person queasy
Makes you experience deep pain
Let you suffer in subversive pain
Whenever your head touched the pillow
Tears came rolling and turn you so shallow
Hugging the bear that you delicately keep
Staring into it’s unblinking eye as you continue to weep
Staring at the mirror with your greasy hair
Eyes swollen but still you don’t you
Even if you look like a double dead zombie
You still shed tears for that nefarious shawty
After ten months and fourteen days
You woke up and stare at your horrific face
Your hair is still greasy and there are bags under your eyes
For goodness sake you still mourn for the jackass
