You broke my heart, but you don't know how. I'll explain it to you. When we first met, my heart wasn't hole. But I let you in any ways. Our first fight equals one more crack. Saying I love you then taking it back, equals one more crack. Hitting me equals one more crack. Dissing me behind my back, equals one more crack. All your little rude comments equals a hundred more cracks. Finally, when I cought you with her, no more cracks, but a shadered heart. You didn't realize it but even before we were together during that first fight you started to break my heart.