Dear Heart, I love this boy prepare to shatter. He thinks that
I love this boy prepare to shatter.
He thinks that i do not matter.
One day he'll come to me and say I was an idiot.
And in return i'll reply too late i already met someone new
He'll cry and cry and want me back,
But I'm not going to go along with that.
He made me suffer through all this pan.
I'd rather just go and drown in the rain.