You see, human heart 
is like a toy,
when it fells it torns apart.
It breaks into little pieces,
which you can collect later
try to put them together.
But, you'll realize that you can't.

They say that my heart is broken
after every touch, every moment
I spent with you.
They say that it needs to be fixed.
But how can I fix something that isn't broken?
My heart still beats, 
isn't it?
I am alive, aren't I?

Well, you say that she's so pretty,
but what's it got to to with me? 
How can I be happy
when there's so many things happening?
So many different stories, endings
and afterwards, spliting ups.