You Broke Me Too (feat. Avril Lavigne)

Sometimes love is not a fire, but a quiet smouldering, when it seems warm, but smoke stings your eyes. At first, there is light, as if someone left a lantern on the porch of the soul. Then there are embers, the smell of burning, and emptiness, in which a stranger's voice still echoes. Words spoken ‘back then’ return at night like annoying mosquitoes - seemingly insignificant, but they keep you from sleeping.

And it's not an enemy, not a storm - just a person who once promised ‘I won't touch you’ and touched you anyway. He took apart the remains of faith, as if checking what it was made of. And now even the hope that got inside hurts - not from happiness, but from rust.

It turns out that the heart can be repaired, but the sound will still be slightly off-key. Especially if you remember who broke it.