Hardly, anything breaks even, unless with intentions to make manual adjustments. Most likely, most things are not fair. And yet, we try to accept it as diversity. While the concept of being equal is embraced for almost two centuries, we still constantly misinterpreted as being same.
Breakeven
The Script
I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing
Just praying to a god that I don’t believe in
‘Coz I got time while she got freedom
‘Coz when a heart breaks no it don’t breakeven
Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that’s gonna put her first
While I’m wide awake she’s no trouble sleeping
‘Coz when a heart breaks no it don’t breakeven…even…no
What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you
And what am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up that you’re OK
I’m falling to pieces
They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
‘Coz she’s moved on while I’m still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it don’t breakeven even…no
Oh you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame
Now I’m try to make sense of what little remains
‘Coz you left me with no love and love to my name
