What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok
I'm falling to pieces
I'm falling to pieces
You got his heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame
You took your suitcase, I took the blame
Now I'm trying make sense of what little remains
'Cuz you left me with no love, with no love to my name
When a heart breaks, no it don't break even
~ The Script
Would you rather be alone than unhappy?
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