Now, How Could Anyone Be Torn Apart
Now, how could anyone be torn apart
If they had never been stitched together?
And how could they have broken people's hearts
If they'd been damaged since . . . well, forever?
The boyfriend that I had was never real,
The memories we made – each one untrue.
So why do I still cry? Because I feel
That I should be with him when I'm with you.
I try to fill my mind with your sweet face –
I tell myself I'm glad to be your wife.
Please understand: I'm in a painful place
'Cause Doctor Brad Scott still defines my life.
I know you're used to broken glass and bricks,
But broken hearts are difficult to fix.