Hearts are like precious jewels,
One move and they can be stolen or broken.
You stole mine, filled it with joy then left it wounded.
They tell me wounds heal within days,
I drew another line today,
But I cut a little deep.
The blood dropped on the floor,
And made puddles at my feet.
Memories of you are painful,
They plague my troubled mind.
My hollow heart feels only pain,
My heart has been wounded by what i'm told,
The words I thought were really true have left my heart cold.
It makes me sick thinking of the damage i've done,
I'm wasting my life,
Thinking about the problems.
I'm wastingmy breath,
Thinking about death.