The first tears that roll down the eyes,
Make you realize all the truths – and the lies.
That very first expectation when gets smashed,
You know how cruelly your heart has been mashed.
Into last goodbye – when the first hello turns,
You get to see your real scars and burns.
The scars which are left as a result on the soul,
The wounds which turn green like a mould,
You know, someday, sometime, they’ll start bleeding again,
You try to be strong, but can’t stop the pain.
That is how you feel, when you are broken,
But you have to be brave, as the revenge has to be taken.