(Verse 1)
They say it’s a condition, stress-induced and clean
Temporary damage on a monitor screen
Measurable, explainable, numbers on a chart
Like sorrow is a science and grief’s a broken part
They say the muscle spasms under too much pain
Forgets its rhythm, stutters in the strain
But no one writes the chapter that begins
When heartbreak walks in wearing skin
(Pre-Chorus)
When it’s Christmas Eve and the world’s in gold
And your whole wide life goes cold
(Chorus)
My heart didn’t crack — it exploded
Shattered in a silent night
Pieces in that room still floating
In the echo of goodbye
They call it “broken heart syndrome”
Like it’s ink on a page alone
But this ache has a name, a face, a home
And somehow it still beats on
(Verse 2)
They bring casseroles and careful words
“Be strong.” “Give it time.” “God has a purpose.”
But my chest feels like a house undone
After a storm that spared no one
Walls are gone, the wiring’s bare
Wind still screaming through the air
And at night I hold my ribs
Like I can keep the pain from getting in
(Pre-Chorus)
They don’t show the widow in the dark
Trying to hold together what’s torn apart
(Chorus)
My heart didn’t crack — it exploded
Shattered in a silent night
Pieces in that room still floating
In the echo of goodbye
They call it “broken heart syndrome”
Like it’s something overthrown
But love doesn’t die when the body’s gone
And somehow it still beats on
(Bridge – stripped back, almost whispered)
It limps
It trembles
It forgets its song
But it beats with his laugh
And the bad dad jokes
And the way he loved so strong
It beats with the things he fixed
And the way he held the line
It beats because shattered glass
Still catches light sometimes
(Final Chorus – fuller, lift)
My heart didn’t stop — it exploded
But it refuses to let go
Every memory keeps it loaded
With a fierce and fragile hope
Maybe broken heart syndrome
Isn’t failure after all
Maybe it’s proof this heart once loved
Beyond what flesh could hold
(Outro – soft)
Through the wreckage
Through the absence
Through Christmas lights that won’t feel right —
It beats.
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