Broken heart
Do i know the real pain?
Now i know, and i hate the pain of a broken heart, the sound of a crying man, a man who though he knew the real pain.I start to drink like it was the end of the world, i clean my tears, but still, i feel like shit.
Then you walk in, sit next to me.
I dont even know why are you here...but i just wanna die right now...