Broke her heart in million pieces
Some were looking for you,
Besides knowing that you were gone, oh Jesus!
The fault wasn’t in our stars
You were for someone else and
She was an excuse to heal your scars.
You didn’t tell an amorist that you want her back
Baby, is it your all or you are a slack?
Then you broke her heart and healed it, no!
And then inquired, ‘Where do broken hearts go?’
Read those ceaseless texts, thoroughly
Then left her alone in melancholy.
So, why don’t you tell her to move on?
Darling, it is because she is an amorist
And you filled her lacuna as if you are her own.