There were no angry words at all

As we carried boxes down the hall

One by one we put them in your car

Nothing much for us to say

One last goodbye and you drove away

I watched your taillights

As they faded in the dark

I couldn't face the night in that lonely bed

So I laid down on the couch instead

Last night I prayed the Lord my soul to keep

Then I cried myself to sleep

So sure life wouldn't go on without you

But oh this sun is blinding me

As it wakes me from the dark

I guess the world didn't stop

For my broken heart

Clocks still tickin, life goes on

Radio still plays a song

As I try to put my scattered thoughts in place

And it takes all the strength I've got

To stumble to the coffee pot

The first of many lonely mornings I have to face

You call to see if I'm ok

I look out the window and I just say

Last night I prayed the Lord my soul to keep

Then I cried myself to sleep

So sure life wouldn't go on without you

But oh this sun is blinding me

As it wakes me from the dark

I guess the world didn't stop

For my broken heart

I guess the world ain't gonna stop

For my broken heart

Empty words
Empty promises
Empty hearts
Not a word has spoken
Show me that I'm not cut out
For the role of the entertainer
'Cause I'm really not that loud

(Chorus)
Too much to do and too little time
Fix it now before it isn't right
Pick up the clock and mend the broken hand
All we gotta do is just believe
That time is on our side

No one knows
No one ever cares
How can we
Fix a broken heart
Show me that I'm not cut out
For the role of the entertainer
'Cause I'm really not that loud

(Chorus)
Too much to do and too little time
Fix it now before it isn't right
Pick up the clock and mend the broken hand
All we gotta do is just believe
That time is on our side

Time is on our side

(Chorus)
Too much to do and too little time
Fix it now before it isn't right
Pick up the clock and mend the broken hand
All we gotta do is just believe
That time is on our side

Why?

Tried to turn on my TV to get you out of my head
Feeling something deep inside that I just won't admit
It's not like I don't wanna commit (wanna commit)
I just don't now why I can't stop feeling like this

Tell me Why? Why? Why?
Does it hurt so bad
Tell me Why? Why? Why?
Does it make me mad

Tell me Why?
Tell me Why?

Now I can see the storm's not gonna clear (not gonna clear)
Dressed in my pain and all of my tears

Tell me Why? Why? Why?
Does it hurt so bad (why does it hurt so so bad)
Tell me Why? Why? Why?
Does it make me mad

Summer Rose Whitman sat alone, writing her songs and poems in a black journal.

She couldn't believe what had happened…

She took out the cover and wrote…

For my broken heart. /3

AN: Sorry It's Short. But this would be the prologue. So.. Bai.