Original lyrics

EN

A ballerina with a broken arm Spinning twisted melodies A box of slutty old perfume That you pretended was for me That dusty bottle of champagne Used to sit there like a threat As if to say there'll be a day We just haven't got there yet I packed my things I hope you find All of the shit I left behind You keep it all no I don't mind I hope it breaks your heart I hope it breaks your heart I hope it breaks your heart I hope it breaks your heart You know I really liked your mum Just found I didn't like her son So keep your pictures and your frames I hope the note I left explains You wrote the script I played the part You called it trash I called it art I liked mos def you liked mozart I hope it breaks your heart I hope it breaks your heart I hope it breaks your heart I hope it breaks your heart I tried to love you I tried to care But the person that I thought you were just wasn't there To make you big you made me small And though it might be nice darling please don't call