If you break one heart, you must heal it
But who on this world follows that?
I'm one of those selfish people, I admit
Who only live this life for their benefit

Needle and thread can stitch torn clothes
But what's the cure for a broken heart?
Tearing is a game of light and shadows
While stitchings are sacred, delicate woes

If I knew what I was doing that day
Do you know I would have stopped myself?
Our hearts are burning and fading away
Someone else mends you, that's all I pray

Needle and thread create beautiful art
Why do they also begin some serious mishaps?
You were my dart board, my love was the dart
Which was the needle that tore your heart
And the thread choked it, doing its cruel part