In this little world where everything’s expensive, my heart was available for free; unused, full of feelings, full of emotions.
And yes, you took it all by yourself. I expected you to give me yours but you left me bare, all bare.
But for all I could have ever known was that I was gonna get it back one day. All used, all shattered, all torn.
My heart was torn, so you give it back. Hers wasn’t, so you took it instead and kept it all by yourself. But in the midst of all this, it wasn’t just my heart I realized that I was regretful of giving you. It was more of my trust. My trust, not in you though. But in me. It had been my faith in myself that had compelled me to give you my heart. Now it lies here, all shattered and ruined.