He stepped all over my heart,
And now it's totally crumbled.
It feels like he's thrown a dart
With bitter words that he mumbled.
He left footprints deep inside
Of my heart, my flesh, and my soul.
Anguish burns up my mind,
And my tears filled up a bowl.
These memories heart will seal
When its crumbs will grow back together.
There's no other way to heal
But to wait for a change in weather,
Seeking another heart-stepper...
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