My heart was ripped in half,
I couldn't even muster up a laugh
Made people question me, when all
I wanted was to cry.
Now, it's different, the call
I have to make leaves me wanting to die.
He may have taken my heart,
but nobody made it drown in tears like him.
I had to say goodbye to him, but
I can't to the baby.
It's more betraying to say goodbye to my brother
who never got to come home
then to give my heart away to somebody
other then the blue-eyed soldier.
Both have caused me grief.
Both have I loved dearly.
Yet both are gone, and now I'm left standing here, crying.