In a little while from now
If I’m not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God in His mercy
Who if He really does exist
Why did He desert me?
In my hour of need
It seems to me that there are more hearts broken in the world
That can’t be mended left unattended
Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
Leaving me to start with a heart so badly broken
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