Looking at your back,
Watching you leave.
Hearing your excuses —your sweet nothings,
My heart feels full-but only with ache.
The meaning's gone,
Only empty words remain.
I pick up the broken pieces each time,
Maybe I feel comfort in the pain.
Perhaps I'll become another broken toy,
That you'll end up throwing away.
But before that happens,
Tell me you need me-one more time.
Notes: I changed it quite a lot but I think the original intent remains, I hope it reads well, I didn't want to change the original wording too much, so if it doesn't come off too well I hope it's forgivable lol