[Verse One] Thunder crack And lightning Was there something else Something that burned in my chest But was stomped out when you took my best Its my fault almost as much as its yours So break my heart Bris mo chridhe (break my heart) And show me how you really are [Verse Two] I should be angry i shouldn't be sad i shouldn't be crying out my eyes While driving past the sixty mile signs Bris mo chridhe (break my heart) [Pre-Chorus] Break my heart, love its nothing much Its worth is almost as much as rust So break it And walk away [Chorus] Bris mo chridhe (break my heart) Break my heart and bring me back to the start I can't keep this up Its wearing me thin But I can't find the strength And I don't know what it was like back then Bris mo chridhe (break my heart) [Verse Three] The devil saw us And the angels too But they shook their heads Shook their heads and felt dread [Verse Four] I'm kicking rain puddles And laughing through my tears Because I did this to myself I let you in And have regreted it ever since break my heart, love There's nothing else Take it and grind it 'till i's dust [Pre-Chorus] Break my heart, love its nothing much Its worth is almost as much as rust So break it And walk away [Chorus] Bris mo chridhe (break my heart) Break my heart and bring me back to the start I can't keep this up Its wearing me thin But I can't find the strength And I don't know what it was like back then Bris mo chridhe (break my heart) [Verse Five] I let you in And broke like I couldn't get to heaven I reached I cried But I missed the mark And landed hard Breaking my heart [Pre-Chorus] Break my heart, love its nothing much Its worth is almost as much as rust So break it And walk away [Chorus] Bris mo chridhe (break my heart) Break my heart and bring me back to the start I can't keep this up Its wearing me thin But I can't find the strength And I don't know what it was like back then Bris mo chridhe (break my heart) [Outro] I'm going on my own (going on my own) I'm going on my own (going on my own) Waiting for the sun to rise On my miserable life Bris mo chridhe, a ghràidh. Chan eil ann ach duslach. (Bris mo chridhe, a ghràidh. Chan eil ann ach duslach.) (going on my own) (going on my own) (going on my own) (going on my own) (Na feith rium, tha mi air falbh o chionn fhada.)
