My Broken Heart
All my life
I've never had much luck
Especially to keep, or get, guys I like
and now the one I might love
I found him and
Hoped that my luck would change
But I still lost him
All the same
As blinded as I may be
By my love for him
I'd rather be lonely and sad
If he were already joyful and glad
Anything, that's what I'd do for him
I'd even die over and over again
Painful, though it would be
I'd still walk away from him if it
Would make him happy