broken pieces like a broken shot glass
all over a word with a hole in the middle
ask me if it hurts, I say just a little
dead @ss, no more honest words
have been spoken I never seen a man cry
until his heart was broken, standing
at the door waiting for the bar to open
hot sauce comes in mild passion is strong
like a potion that gets under the skin
like good lotion leave you holding
an hoar standing by the ocean
long after the ship has sailed
if loves a drug then passions the addiction
every one remembers their first kiss
where it took place, who it was with
whether it was love or lust every
broken heart has spoken and said
"never again" more than twice