Picking Up the Pieces

I feel betrayed, even with the love we made it never really mattered to you How could you leave, and burden me with all this pain I now bare Didn't it matter, that I loved you with all of my heart and soul? That I cried with you, took strides with you, would have died for you? I guess that didn't count for anything of importance. Now I'm left with nothing but regret. Not because I loved you, but because I gave you my heart The part that I can't ever get back They say that parting is such sweet sorrow, that tomorrow hope begins anew I can attest that there is nothing sweet about you leaving, and you saying we're through I'll pick up the pieces, and carry on like I always do But just remember/Baby, a part of me is always with you.