So hard to believe his own realityDenying the facts so sadlyHe's left to his own devices completelyAnd she′s gone (she′s gone)Three weeks feels so long (so long)Wondering what went wrong (went wrong)

Sleeping aloneStaying homeHere's a portrait of a manWith a broken heart(With a broken, with a broken)Heart(With a broken, with a broken)Heart(With a broken, with a broken)Heart

Monday it was raining, he stayed in bedTuesday he remembered everything she saidWednesday he was living, but he was wishing he was deadOoh no, noThursdays a bitch with a mean biteWeekends go slowly day and nightSunday he was asking for the meaning of his lifeHis life (his life)Thinking that she was right (was right)Giving up the fight, the fight

Sleeping aloneStaying homeHere′s a portrait of a manWith a broken heart(With a broken, with a broken)Heart(With a broken, with a broken)Heart(With a broken, with a broken)Heart

Sleeping aloneStaying homeHere's a portrait of a manWith a broken heartHeart

Writer(s): Aubrey Harddard, Jesse Lewis Baskin

Contributed by Nathan P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.