The theft of a heart is an unpunished crime
One that's been committed - committed to mine.
The joy you feel when in love is a trap
Only to be bent and broken. SNAP!
I blame myself for the pain I've caused;
To live in a sea of red.
To jump for joy once I've found the boy
Only to find out he's dead.
Dead of emotion - but only to you
Not to the ones he trusts.
You've broken that trust - but not because you absolutely must.
The pain of love is not restricted
It is not restrained
It goes on holding all feeling
And creating more pain.