This is the story of how you hurt me. It starts with you, and that girl who broke your heart. When she left, off you went-walking around, trying to figure things out. It starts with me, and that boy who broke mine. When he left, I lost all my colors. That day, I swore to myself-never again, never again. We met like that. We were broken, bruised, and wary-fresh from heartbreak. This is how the story starts-with a broken heart. Funny thing is, this is also how the story ends.