there isn't a thing more tragic than a broken heart. i'm sitting here, hoping for something that i will never forget; so i'll dry my tears, wishing for something, something that is so perfect. this cold autumn air lacerates my flesh causing a pain so brilliant that i'm almost begging for more. i've never been much of a conversationalist nor someone you could depend upon for suggestions to all those problems that plague your cute little head. but there's one thing i know i'm good at and that's mending someone's broken heart. just give me all of the pieces and i'll put them back together however you want just as long as you promise that you'll never put yourself through that again. this cold autumn air lacerates my flesh causing a pain so brilliant that i'm almost begging for more. it's strange how things turn out and the ones you've come to know so much about turn around and stab you in the back. but if there's one thing i know for sure, it's that i'll mend your broken heart no matter what. as i sit here, hoping for something that i will never forget, i'll dry my tears, wishing for something, something that is so perfect. so my valentine, will you be mine on this night? you've been hurt in the past and you're hurting right now but i can promise you that the present will and the future will be the greatest things that you've ever experienced. and even if nothing happens i want you to know that there's one thing i'm good at, and that's mending a broken heart. this cold autumn air lacerates my flesh causing a pain so brilliant that we'll have valentine's day in november and i'm almost begging for more.