Hole In My Chest

Here I sit in the depths of despair broken hearted
A friend I shall miss and I have just parted
It’s strange how the wrong word from the right person can hurt so bad
The pain from a word can hurt more then a fist ever can
She ruled my heart with an iron fist and seized my love
But the iron fist was usually adorned with velvet glove
The words she spoke fell on my heart like the moonlight falls to the Earth
And I’m sure I’ll never wonder if it was all worth
The pain and the problems that come with romance
Because that’s what you invite when you take that chance
If I could, would I do it all over again
Of course I would, to not truly live is a sin

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