What I want is to let go of all the things that separated us… The obscure “Thing” that came between us. Whoever “It” is and wherever “It” came from can go crawl back under the rock where it came from. I hate “It”. I want “It” to give me my Life and Love back… Damn thief.
Have you heard that cute Country song "Mama's Broken Heart" that goes:
"Go and fix your make up, girl - it's just a break up. Run and hide your crazy and start actin like a lady 'cause I raised you better! Gotta keep it together, even when you fall apart. But this ain't my Mama's broken heart! Powder your nose, paint your toes, line your lips & keep em close. Cross your legs, dot your i's and never let 'em see you cry."