I tore my heart out for you and put it in your hand. And look what you did? You threw it away, and now a part of me has died. I still love you, how could I ever find a way to hate you. I make up excuses for you, blame myself, feel like utter ****. But deep down I still love you, and I don't know why. Maybe I'm hoping that there was once small piece of my heart that you decided to keep.