What happened on this scary night?
I put my broken heart underneath a spotlight.
Clutching my phone.
I’m wishing for a call from you.
I don’t want to be alone on this night.
My broken heart blacks out the starlight.
What happens when I run into you again?
I won’t pretend like you were just an old friend.
I don’t want to feel the fire in your eyes,
And hear you speak with a mouth full of crushing lies.
Can’t you see that you’re hurting me?
On this scary night, I should look to end the misery.
Does a broken heart ever fully mend?
The tricks, the treats, and the torture seem to never end.