• the wind whispered to me,
    "he left you, he left you."
    the rain murmured in my ears,
    "he's gone, he's gone."

    and all those words of love
    that you said to me,
    i knew then that you only used to mean them.
    even nature knew we were no longer.

    i gave you this heart,
    and truth be told,
    i was really saying,
    "you can have this heart to break."

    and that you did.
    i don't know if i should be glad,
    or if i should succumb to the pain.
    but i know i'll love you no matter what.

    you spoke such soft words.
    were they from a cold heart?
    you held me so closely.
    was it because you needed only a tool?

    i didn't believe it.
    and i shall deny it when it dawns on me.
    you left me,
    because i was not the one.

    sticks and stones, love;
    you are sticks and stones.
    and i was your roses and blossoms,
    now withering roses and blossoms.

    and yet,
    your name shall forever remain on my lips.
    i'll still love you.
    i'll love you, forever and a day.

    this broken heart of mine..
    maybe you'll leave a hole
    where my heart should be;
    i can feel it burning.

    and a broken song i'll sing,
    and broken wings i deserve.
    but i'll take these broken wings
    and fly away.