A girl broke my heart once and unfortunately I'm not much of a fixer-upper...

It took all the strength I had not to fall apart. Although I'm not good at DIY, I kept trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart. I spent so many nights feeling sorry for myself... and I used to cry... but now I hold my head up high!

I mean seriously... did you think I'd Crumble? Did you think I'd lay down and die?

Well no, actually, not me... I will Survive... As long as I'm aware of the process of how to love, I'm pretty sure I'll stay alive. I've got all my life to live. I've got all my love to give.

Yeah... I'll survive.

EDIT: Seriously though, I'm pretty good at DIY but I can't sew to save my life.