Even the lonely caged bird
Sings a beautiful song at dawn

I ripped my heart out
then put it on your silver platter
and all you can say is
“ I’ll text you later .”

I fell in love with your heart,
and our words were a work of art.
Together, in harmony,
we made a world of our own.

Now your words are set in stone.
I'm sitting here all alone.
Perhaps us, together, wasn't smart.
But we together were a work of art.

Went home for Christmas,
and I found some love light there.
It's all I wanted.