What Becomes of Me, after the broken heart?
After the rain?
After we fell apart?
After the pain?
What becomes of us, the broken hearted?
After love has departed?
Worse off than when we started
No better than before
Now, nothing more
Than empty shells left to endure
Alone... In silence
A solitary violence
That you must keep hidden... somehow
From everyone who thinks that you should be over it by now
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