shattered, a heart broken lies upon the floor
quietly, the lock clicks, as she shuts the door
walking carefully, as if shards of glass lay there
and now he does hard time inside his quiet room
memories of her long hair return again too soon
how long will it take to learn to say goodbye?
was it all an act or just a fad, how could he have known?
all that time, all those words, with nothing left to show
all those moments gone for good, what magic could be left?