Sad movies are sad and inspire maudlin and despondent poetry...Sorry
If you've never stood and felt your heart breaking,
Never understood how you can be still breathing
when your heart has been ripped from your chest,
Well then, my friend, I don't know
whether to pity you or count you lucky.
For in heartbreak there is grief;
in pain, there is learning;
in going on there is understanding.
In living, there is heartbreak.
Yes, I think I pity you.
For to have never felt the agony,
the torture and the misery,
for to have never suffered love
Is to not have lived.
Never understood how you can be still breathing
when your heart has been ripped from your chest,
Well then, my friend, I don't know
whether to pity you or count you lucky.
For in heartbreak there is grief;
in pain, there is learning;
in going on there is understanding.
In living, there is heartbreak.
Yes, I think I pity you.
For to have never felt the agony,
the torture and the misery,
for to have never suffered love
Is to not have lived.