Short Stories death by a broken heart

I try to tell myself that it's really not that bad,
as I'm sitting on a stone, waiting for something to hatch.
Will we ever build a home? Cause that's where my heart will dwell.
Will you ever love me back? Baby, only time will tell.
Only time will tell.
I try to tell myself that it's really not that bad,
as I'm sitting on a stone, waiting for something to hatch.
Will we ever build a home? Cause that's where my heart will dwell.
Will you ever love me back? Baby, only time will tell!
You gave yourself a timeline to fall in love with me.
The problem is, it's almost midnight,
and I'm not ready to end this story.
I get depressed when I start to reminisce,
and I can't help but think about,
all our inside jokes to myself.
I can't live without you!
I don't wanna live without you anymore!
The doctors will never discover,
the doctors won't know where to start.
But deep down she'll know in the pit of her stomach,
it was death by a broken heart.
The doctors will never discover,
the doctors won't know where to start.
But deep down she'll know in the pit of her stomach,
it was death by a broken heart!
The doctors will never discover, the doctors won't know where to start.
But deep down she'll know in the pit of her stomach,
it was death by a broken heart.
The doctors will never discover, no, the doctors won't know where to start.
But deep down she'll know in the pit of her stomach, it was death by a broken heart!