One-Sixth of My Heart

'Sorry' doesn't fix everything,

and I'm starting to wish I'd never trusted you.

After I gave you my heart you thrice ripped it in two.

And one-sixth of my heart still wants you.

Your eyes still stroke a tremor through me and I wish nothing more

than that I had chance to steal and melt your rings.

I wish I was falling out of love because you're becoming more and more

of a wate, and twice your worth of woe.

You don't want to hear what I have to say,

and I'm so tired of crying everyday,

Don't tell me what you think 'cause,

'Sorry' doesn't fix everything.