I used to think that this would last
you'd always keep my heart of glass,
you'd keep it safe from any harm,
inside the warmth of your loving arms.
Everyday you'd come to play
and keep it clean from nature's grey
and stow away my little heart
from anything that came its way.
Then some strange hour came to pass
when you just left my heart of glass
you left there, with little breath
to die a slow and painful death
So, this is a new lesson learned
to never trust, or raise concern
to know that you can live alone
If your true heart is made of stone.
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