"When you said your last goodbye, I died a little more inside."

well the skin over my bones
doesn't curve the way you'd like it to
and my skin's all shades of black and blue
stained with streaks of red ink too

but the insides of my chest
the beat beneath my breast
the parts of me that worked that still had worth
i gave to you
and now they're equally bruised

see i fell in love with a pretty boy
because for a while he did good for my damp and sore eyes
but he left me with words just as lovely as he was left me with a heart irrepaireably sore


Who said Singapore has no talent?