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Sometimes I think that hearts were made for breaking,
And love is not something that can easily be taken.
But then I see the sad eyes of those who love left behind,
And those scars that cupid left aren't too hard to find.

I sit here,
Offering solace,
To the lonely man,
But all that we can do,
Is wish that scars could be washed away,
Like the marks on the sand.

It doesn't take a lot to mar a lover's heart,
Feeling this unbearable pain,
That's feels as cold as it is sharp.
Here I am on the outside,
Trying to peer in,
Struggling to support the falling columns,
And stop the house falling in.

It kills me to watch my friends waste away,
As they watch their lost lover,
Frivol away every day
In the arms of another.

Description
Sometimes I think that hearts were made for breaking,
And love is not something that can easily be taken.
But then I see the sad eyes of those who love left behind,
And those scars that cupid left aren't too hard to find.

I sit here,
Offering solace,
To the lonely man,
But all that we can do,
Is wish that scars could be washed away,
Like the marks on the sand.

It doesn't take a lot to mar a lover's heart,
Feeling this unbearable pain,
That's feels as cold as it is sharp.
Here I am on the outside,
Trying to peer in,
Struggling to support the falling columns,
And stop the house falling in.

It kills me to watch my friends waste away,
As they watch their lost lover,
Frivol away every day
In the arms of another.