Broken heart

Each time you leave,

A little bit more of me dies,

A piece of my heart breaks away,

And crumbles at each of your lies.

You left me here,

All on my own,

Been ages since I heard,

Your voice on the phone.

Each time you leave,

It gets me so sad,

Makes me wonder,

If I've done some thing bad.

So each morning,

I wake with a start,

'Cuz' I'm counting down the days,

'Til I die of a broken heart.