So here I am, made a fake
Still not knowing what love is
And now I sit here, calm and still
Not willing to find what it takes

When I speak of how I'm broken
No sympathy comes my way
All I get is jeer and laughter
It won't be taken as high stake

What can I do about my problem?
I'll simply just forget and run
It isn't worth the convincing of suffered
And who, here, is proud of heartbreak?