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.