I'm an antisocial pessimist
Missing an antidote with a face of an angel 
You can tell all your friends that you killed a boy

I'm still stuck in the past
I wanted us to last
You found another man 
My heart broke like glass

So you'll find the metaphor in the words I'm saying
I'll play my heart like a violin until the strings break
I was playing the music for you this whole time
So why didn't you listen to it my dear?