Why? Because I loved you.

Why did I give my heart away?

You used it like a fiddle, you're instrument to play.

I was Icarus, and you were my sun,

We were kids and we had our fun.

But I got too close and burned to a crisp.

You clipped my wings, while I tried to fly.

Each answer to every question I asked you, started with a sigh.

Why did I give my heart away?

It was a broken record, scratched and repeating, "I love you", everyday.

And I know a scratched record is hard to fix,

But you could have fixed my broken heart with a kiss.

Even though you were a writer, you didn't know what to say.

All I ever needed was a simple three word phrase.

"I love you, every single day".