It’s easy to say
But hard to do
The problem is a real feeling
That captured my heart
The first day I met her
It’s a feeling that I can’t deny.

So I took pen and paper
Ink was bleeding onto the paper
Because of the pain
I’m feeling inside my chest
I did my best to move on but
I didn’t reach a victory line
She was the only picture
I saw in my eyes during the day
and dreamed about
During nighttime

I became depressed
The only friends I had were
Pen and paper

The burden I’m carrying
On my shoulders is heavy
I risk, I said my wounds are cured
Until I met her down the street
Then the communication started
Between heart and mind
The topic it was all about “Her”
I realise moving on is not easy
I wish I could find a medication for a
Broken heart