You break my heart
When I tell you about the broken heart
You feel sad
You feel bad
Its like I am a tree
Standing happily, so free
You come and cut the tree
And you sit down and cry!
Although I am the broken one,
Seeing you cry
Makes me feel worse
What do you think of all this?
Just stop crying
Let the tree be free
The tree has to heal the wound
And grow steadily to touch the sky!
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