I could work out all day for all my life,
And that won’t match the pain that heartbreak brings.
The truth burns much hotter than all my strife,
A cut and lemon juice can’t match it’s stings.
And every stomach virus, every flu,
And every kind of sickness you can get,
Cannot dare try compare with losing you,
And all of them at once is lacking yet,
Yes, every bruise, and every injury,
Cannot compete with love that’s null and void,
For once upon a time, I was carefree,
Until you spoke and made me paranoid.
Of every ounce of pain I can endure,
I swear, losing you made me the most sore.