I like you a lot but no matter how hard I tried
Every word I said, every sacrifice I made
You still chose her over me

Why? I ask myself, why?
What part of her is better then me?
In my heart, I know I just want you happy
But when you say those words, those words that you are with her
My heart breaks into pieces, more pieces then ever before

As I let the tears fall
One by one, each being a piece of my broken heart
Few or many, this does not matter
For a broken heart is a broken heart

I know it'll heal, but even with this thought
The cycle will never end.
And as time passes by,
My heart will break again, this time with even more pieces

..But... many or few, it does not matter am I right?
For a broken heart is simply...
... A broken heart