Past catches me on, I wake to the break of dawn, with my heart ripped apart into tiny pieces, I should've said no from the start, it seems to have many cuts and creases, I look above now and see the dark, I now look down and retrace my start, I look closely at every little mark, all your pain to me is so much torture, I guess that's your game for now and therefore, I just thought I'd tell you how bad it makes my heart sore...