Broken Heart Syndrome

[sleepysilverdoor]

Phlebia

Lately my wife's been watching lots of Grey's Anatomy
It's rated TV 14 because of all of the gore that you will see
While it's not my favorite genre I find the stories quite compelling
Once in a while their storylines give me emotional upwelling

The other day a man was admitted just a few days before his wedding
His heart was failing and his bride panicked and ran away
He dodged a bullet, unlike Dr. Burke
The worst I ever see in this hospital is Broken Heart Syndrome

O'Malley
Why'd you marry Callie
Then get busy
Getting drunk and banging Izzie
Then Callie got with Hahn
Turns out she was a lesbian
But just for Dr. Hahn
Allegedly
Things are rather fluid
Surgeons deal with body fluids
Blood and bile and all sorts of nasty other things
Would you choose mcdreamy
Or would you rather date mcsteamy?
I'll admit that Mark is hotter
But Derek seems a better partner
Or is he really? I don't know.
It's fiction and I'm a straight man

I choose Derek

The other day I saw a man eviscerated by a bear
The other day I saw a pregnant woman beneath a pylon
The other day I saw conjoined twins fighting over a lover
The worst thing I ever see in this hospital is broken heart syndrome

[tomdg]

tomdg feat rox + wub

I used to think tomorrow had a chance
but some deceiver took her for a dance
I thought that we could make good company
But Hope and I were never meant to be
You ask me why I throw my heart around
To find someone who’ll never let me down
To teach me that to trust is to get hurt
To take my soul and grind it in the dirt

So shut your lips and close your eyes
No-one ever heard the warning signs

It’s not just you, it’s not just me
It’s all of us, humanity has made a mess of bloody glass
Out of my heart

I used to think humanity progressed
That love would overcome self-interest
Went looking for the one to make me whole
To heal the leaden blackness in my soul

I shut my lips and close my eyes
Learn to disregard the warning signs

It’s not just you …

I dance my misanthropic waltz alone
Another death from broken heart syndrome

[lichenthroat]

Broken Heart Syndrome
by Lichen Throat

Her family’s house was a dim-lit hall,
a barn with a yellow roof.
She rode a horse before she learned to crawl,
grew up alone and aloof.
The plains stretched north, and west, and east;
white mountains rose in the south.
Her parents both were long deceased,
but no cries escaped her mouth.
Her uncle called himself a king,
and bade her stay at home.
She would have given anything
to far and freely roam.
Maiden with a broken heart,
stay behind and play your part.
Nurse the old and feed the young,
know your deeds will not be sung.

No man had come to take her away,
and no one would let her go,
not until a cool spring day,
as fields began to grow.
He came from the north, clad all in grey,
tall and dark and dour.
Her kindled love had gone astray,
like frost upon a flower.
He went away to join the war,
to walk among the dead,
and once he stepped beyond the door,
far from her home she fled.
Maiden with a broken heart,
time to set yourself apart.
Leave your long-despised abode;
set your feet upon the road.

Leave the country, leave the fields.
Clench your fist and never yield.
Bind the armor over skin;
pass among the wild men.
When they try to strike you down,
aim your blow beneath the crown.
Climb the tower of the sun.
Claim the favor that you’ve won.
Maiden with a broken heart,
meet your perfect counterpart.
On the shadows’ sunset side,
seize the life you’ve been denied.

[genecawley]

Broken Heart Syndrome
by Balls To Monte

The words you left unspoken
tell me all I need to know;
I’ll bet a subway token
Your baby heart’s been broken.
A sickness no one outgrows;
More common than the commonest cold,
More infectious than is known
You suffer from Broken Heart Syndrome.

CHORUS
The heart still beats, its rhythm, unchanged;
The blood still pumps, its output’s the same.
Your heart, still shaped like a third-grade valentine,
Only you can no longer read the words “Be Mine”
Broken Heart Syndrome

Symptoms, like a loudspeaker,
Tell the world what’s going on
Your sunny outlook is bleaker;
Your saucy manner is meeker.
You come off like a swinger,
But you’re wrapped in barbed wire;
Your flirty remarks are more like zingers,
You and Joan Rivers have become dead ringers.

You want to be healed by the summer
Before the fests and vacation?
Get in line; take a number,
My advice in 25 words or under.
Waiting for something profound?
Get your Chucks back on the ground.
Don’t wait, the cure will come around
Grab the free throw, score a rebound.

[Paco Del Stinko]

Broken Heart Syndrome - Paco del Stinko

I knew a girl who walked under water
I lost my breath the first time I saw her
I held her close but not for too long
Three moons passed and then she was gone

All that I know is a broken heart syndrome
But that's how it goes

There was a gypsy girl who breathed fire
She moved me inside I was inspired
She had a guitar she let me play
A wisp of incense she blew away

All that I know is a broken heart syndrome

I hope it can't get any worse
While I'm down here on Earth
How many more times must I die for re-birth

A blue eyed girl floated in air
She made no sound on my back stair
All was good under the sun
And then it was like it never begun

All that I know is a broken heart syndrome
But that's how it goes
Everybody knows
That's how it goes

[mholland]

Broken Heart Syndrome - Night Sky

It was you crying that first day
sitting alone in your old Chevrolet
I pulled up beside you just to say
It’s gonna be alright pretty la-
-dy. Dry your eyes and come my way
Come my way, come my way.
And you followed me home my sweet Simone

Yeah it was on that day that you asked
Me if my love would be steadfast
I was true never looked back
Now you say you’re a victim of pass-
-ions. Now it’s my tears falling fast
Falling fast, falling fast.
I was true to you on-ly my sweet Simone.

Now look at me my sweet Simone
Got that broken heart syndrome
You have brought to my knees
Only you can help me please
Doctor says I’m good and done
Got that broken heart syndrome
Broken heart syndrome

Oh now that you are a memory
You broke my heart and that set me free
To find a girl whose love is just for me
And now see my own red haired beauty
Is sleeping where I used to weep
Used to weep, used to weep
So I’ll hang up this phone, my sweet Simone

Now look at you my sweet Simone
Ya got that broken heart syndrome
Will it break you just like me?
Ain't no cure for it you’ll see
You can’t deny it sweet Simone
Got that broken heart syndrome
Broken heart syndrome

[gizo]

Broken Heart Syndrome - rackwagon

Sweet dreams are made of this
But who the fuck am i to try to take the piss
There’s a birdcage with my name on it
I could swallow all my rage, or I could make a fist

Could this be the start of something wonderful?
Could this be the start of something wonderful?

Bad dreams are made of this
I’m sick of all the fighting and the lying and the shit
It’s a broken heart syndrome:
I can’t live without you, but i’d be better on my own

Could this be the end of something wonderful?
Could you be the end of all that’s beautiful?
Could this be the death of something magical?
Did you leave me, face down in the swimming pool?

[WreckdoMelle]

Broken Heart Syndrome - Brown Word and the Big Whine

Someone shot a bullet in the heart of America
She got the broken heart syndrome
Running toward a greatness decency won't allow
The nightmares of the past bleeding into the now
Streets on fire in the cities of gold
Tomorrow is a flag that may or may not unfold
You can argue who fired the shot
But who the hell can help her heal?

In the flotsam and the jetsam of the uber rich
In the blood and oil flowing in a drainage ditch
You can see your own reflection looking in your eye
Keep on staring till the smoke blots out the sky
And if you have the money to be free
You never have to see the forest for the trees
They were cutting down
To get a better view

A walking contradiction in the land of the free
Somebody shackled Lady Liberty
Laughing in your tower or lying in the street
You can go either direction in a broken heart beat
Because you're free like that to take to the sky
Or strangled by the root to shrivel up and die
You're pulling up by your bootstraps
But your dime is worth a nickle son

She'll love you like the mother that you never had
She'll whup you with the fury of an ornery old man
She'll leave you in the gutter just an empty skin
But nothing glitters like gold in the land of sin
So inject into her veins she's pumping cold hard cash
Kneeling at the altar of almighty ass
Take your tokens and pray to your god
You don't get picked up by the cops

[Evermind]

(author's note: I wrote this about people's tendency to get warped ideas of what to expect out of a healthy relationship from dysfunctional childhoods and entertainment, partially based on my own relationship self-sabotage of years past. People tend to seek out a relationship that makes them feel the way they're used to feeling, even if it's not healthy. People seek out conflict and distrust, or constant excitement, and when they find a healthy relationship, they sabotage it or leave it in search of feeling "normal", the "hurt you used to feel back home", and move from one relationship to the next, breaking their hearts and others, over and over.)

Jump in
Jump out
Jump in
Jump out

Daddy was a walking powder keg
Exploding seven days a week
And now you're used to taking cover;
The quiet makes you feel uneasy

Jump in
Jump out
Jump in
Jump out

Your fiancee's a perfect gentleman
Who never learned to raise his voice
You tell yourself you ought to stay with him
He never really was a choice

Jump in
Jump out
Jump in
Jump out

So go and find another lover
To feed your broken heart syndrome
Until you find the one that hurts you
The way you used to hurt back home

Jump in
Jump out
Jump in
Jump out

[SweeneyToad]

Broken Heart Syndrome

I think I really really really lost you, wack
I really really really really want you back
This ain’t delivery this ain’t digorno
I’m really sad without you you know
You were so crisp you were so fresh
So warm and inviting you were the best
Did you inspire well damned if I know
You were hard to decipher like a scrambled porno
But don’t blow your wads on these beef cakes
Scrambled food porn might seem depraved
You don’t play you even got pizza
You accept MasterCard you accept Visa
When ever I was hungry you were holding it down
Perverted to flirt with the inverted Golden Corral
If it doesn’t add up you need to do the math
I loved you as much as pickachu loved ash

I think I got the broken heart syndrome
Sweet Tomatoes is gone it was too soon
I think I got the broken heart syndrome
Sweet Tomatoes is gone it was too soon
I think I got the broken heart syndrome
Sweet Tomatoes is gone it was too soon
I think I got the broken heart syndrome
Sweet Tomatoes is gone it was too soon

I really want your mushrooms inside me
I miss your floral carpet fluorescent lighting
I miss sighting that last bit of blackest olives
I scoop it up super rough saladaholic
Im the saddest I called it salad mourning
Gone are the days of buffet breakfast Sunday morning
That one day learning of your utter demise
My heart stopped got blubbery and I cried
I know it’s just salad but what can I say
It’s just not the same got me feeling some type of way
I do say I miss stacking my plate overflowing my tray over stuffing my face
I miss sitting inside you take two hours to eat
I miss chilli cornbread mixing you with sour cream
I’m a cauliflower fiend sometimes it be like that
Wish I could see you next thyme wish I could be ripe back

I think I got the broken heart syndrome
Sweet Tomatoes is gone it was too soon
I think I got the broken heart syndrome
Sweet Tomatoes is gone it was too soon
I think I got the broken heart syndrome
Sweet Tomatoes is gone it was too soon
I think I got the broken heart syndrome
Sweet Tomatoes is gone it was too soon

[slamphear]

Steven Lamphear - Broken Heart Syndrome

I guess it’s not terminal,
At least not directly.
But I’ve never been worth half a damn at coping with this kind of thing correctly.

So if it’s overblown,
Perhaps I’m just overtired,
Or I’m feeling overburdened, underwater, overwhelmed and underinspired.

But I don’t know how to start finding my way home.
I feel like a painting in monochrome.
It’s just this broken heart syndrome…

I knew things couldn’t last
The way they’d been going.
But I’ve never found a way to bottle up these things and keep them all from showing.
So here I am again,
Head in my hands.
Using every drop of willpower I have to not just ask for your demands.

‘Cause we’ve already been down this road
Too many times,
And we’ve seen how this ends
Too many times,
And it’s not terminal...

But I don’t know where to start finding my way home.
I feel like a painting in monochrome.
It’s just this broken heart syndrome.
I’m drifting aimlessly, like sea foam.
I’m feeling lost inside some catacomb.
It’s just this broken heart syndrome.
But it’s not terminal...
I guess it’s not terminal...
I hope it’s not terminal...

[ujnhunter]

Broken Heart Syndrome
Reve and Ujn

I write notes to myself
Try to focus on words
I'm succumbing to
Broken heart syndrome

I slip into routine
To see and be seen
Pushing down the sense of
Broken heart syndrome

I put my hand on the cup
It didn't work out
I put my faith in control
It didn't work out
I put the wool on my eyes
It didn't work out
I put my faith in the christ
It didn't work

I've been falling apart
You say now I can see
Apoplexy of
Broken heart syndrome

You say it's all for the best
You say now I am free
All I've left is
Broken heart syndrome

I put my hand on the cup
It didn't work out
I put my faith in control
It didn't work out
I put the wool on my eyes
It didn't work out
I put my faith in the christ
It didn't work

[robynmackenzie]

Pulled me under, now I'm coming up for air
Doesn't matter, 'cause I never really cared anyway, ah
Things I tell myself whenever you're not there
But in the end, I know this really isn't fair

Feeling like a broken window
Coming down with a brand new syndrome
Waiting for you to bring me back to life

'Cause when the bullets start to fly, oh
Hit me right between the eyes, oh
'Cause in the end there are no winners
Only sinners with broken hearts

We were a story that I'll never read again
When you kissed me in the moonlight way back then
Just pretend, ah
It's not enough just to say that you're a friend
Never thought you'd ever write the end

Feeling like a broken window
Coming down with a brand new syndrome
Waiting for you to bring me back to life

But when the bullets start to fly, oh
Hit me right between the eyes, oh
'Cause in the end there are no winners
Only sinners with broken hearts

Ooh, let your words break me in two
Ooh, how do I get over you
Ooh, everything that I would do
For you, for you, for you

'Cause when the bullets start to fly, oh
Hit me right between the eyes, oh
'Cause in the end there are no winners
Only sinners with broken hearts