A Coffin For My Broken Heart

I'm crying because you hurted me,
I'm dying 'cause you're slowly killing me,
Remember that satisfaction doesn't always come from an apology,
And the words "It's alright" doesn't always come after the word "sorry".

I'm fine,  is that what you want me to say?
Do you want me to pretend that I'm still okay?
I'm too tired on your little games that I always play,
Too tired of being defeated for I'm always your prey.

And the flowers you gave me; are now rotten,
Along with your love that for me is burden,
Daisy's,  Tulip,  Marigolds,  Carnations,  Daliah,  and Rose,
Your sign of love is more like respecting a ghost,
What I need now is not your arms but my own graveyard,
And a coffin for my broken heart,
'Cause you ripped me into pieces and teared me apart.