broken hearts.
it's time for us to drift apart.

broken hearts.
the fragments carry us across the sea, the tears lubricate the memories, of what you thought was meant to be.

broken hearts.
it's so unclear.
the morning fog is filled with fear.
a telescope will not work here,
because the sea of tears, will never disappear.

broken hearts.
are nothing but a memory.
a broken heart will drag you down,
until your life is nothing but a depressing dream.
things aren't always what they seem.
a river forms, as tears they stream.
down the lines of another face..
oh how i saw her heart break.
it wasn't fake.
she'll truly sail the sea with me..
with the fragments of the broken hearts.
on which our memories sail to sea,
the sea of fallen tears.

broken hearts.
are unknown to me.
i'm filled with light,
a flame burns bright.
the morning fog clears, to my delight,
as i wake up from this dream.

what does a broken heart truly mean?
i've known the feeling..
but not recently..
guess i'm mushy but i'll stay to see where my glowing heart leads.
to the light house, the fragments come to me.
i set free chained up memories,
from shackles of the past...

i'd really like to help you..
i'd really like to heal the world.
such a task is impossible,
as freedom comes in many ways..

broken hearts
let them fall from your beaten chest,
the love once rushed through.
your heart beats fast for the one you once knew.
your body's like a tree.
the heart's a fruit that grows to be;
a glowing heart.
a heart that's free.

but don't expect it easily.
the path to change will kill the weak.
so take your chances, roll the dice.

...russian roulette with a chamber half full...
...do you have the will for the trigger to pull... ?