The pain of a broken heart, torn and ripped from your body, is worst than death. At least in death, i believe, there is no pain after it takes hold of you. There is the cold, deep, eternal sleep of death. But living on after your heart has been ripped from you --- the death of a dream --- one has to experience the pain of loneliness, or the cruelty in seeing the woman whom we loved and adored completely --- with another man.
My first love tried to be friends with me even after we broke up. How she moved on so quickly after me. I mourned her loss for over a year, perhaps i was depressed. Probably. It was only after considerable time that i slowly, gradually moved on.
But even to this day, i still think of her.
I hate how she still has a hold over me.
This song captures the unsaid emotion deep in our hearts,.....